Leaves, Wind
Limited in language, mighty in message, they are
signaling us: They are embracing each other, knowing
the heart is what matters. They are darting out
with serpent tongues, forked or otherwise,
nevertheless speaking the truth.
They are undulating like Circe in heat. They are fans,
waving to China, until, the "aidez moi" fails, and then
they are consigned to Braille in an endless silence;
feet, bound at birth, promised to the philandering
roots, the mighty pillar that supports them.
Overhead, an invisible plane rises straight up
to the Big Okay, leaving a trail of tissue, taking our
tenuous dreams and aspirations to the place where
they should go. If only we knew the way.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2016
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