Death Darts

when wind blows a gale leaves pushed pulled tempest tossed I see life fleetingly aloft and gone in gasp and gust when clocks chime and chip away at time inevitable and intangibly present it’s the fool’s errand to be angry at an hour when cars zip like bullets when plugs crackle into life when scissors snap too close to skin when fragile chick plummets from nest death darts ahead of life a promiscuous predator circling circling even as you say you’re leaving