martian-hinges
trees with lips and hands
make demands of the stars
saying
"show me orion
and his sword" or
show me the cars
passing,
uproar 100 feet below a cliff
across a
river flowing
glacially, grey
and brown
hair and the shadows
in the folds
of a pink sweater, flail,
and feet scraping
rhythm on red plywood,
mounds of dust
and cats
on their backs,
great white Norway,
pines and
poplars, the grace
of fingers on
rosewood and
pipes flowing sap into
purple mouths, grand
as it seems, girls
flying embraces, warm
observation of
ritual, where fire dances
and benches
are knocked over, ecstacy,
words spoken and
left, ideal
monotones where grass
beats and finger pops
make roots
grasp Earth, fluently
Us, the
ears of dogs spasming--
reminiscent of
days when a
tractor seemed fast over slick leaves
and gravel
shrieking, hail
and unacceptance, the
birth of freedom.
make demands of the stars
saying
"show me orion
and his sword" or
show me the cars
passing,
uproar 100 feet below a cliff
across a
river flowing
glacially, grey
and brown
hair and the shadows
in the folds
of a pink sweater, flail,
and feet scraping
rhythm on red plywood,
mounds of dust
and cats
on their backs,
great white Norway,
pines and
poplars, the grace
of fingers on
rosewood and
pipes flowing sap into
purple mouths, grand
as it seems, girls
flying embraces, warm
observation of
ritual, where fire dances
and benches
are knocked over, ecstacy,
words spoken and
left, ideal
monotones where grass
beats and finger pops
make roots
grasp Earth, fluently
Us, the
ears of dogs spasming--
reminiscent of
days when a
tractor seemed fast over slick leaves
and gravel
shrieking, hail
and unacceptance, the
birth of freedom.