Love Songs With No Endings
The young rain-dog spins-the axis of the Earth-his primitive howl is a native plea.
A dance to beckon the rain. The dog lunges, the dust swirls, yet the morn' sky
remains a hot blue glass; it's chips
scorch their light red skin.
The dog makes captive of those who taught him the calling..they drum their worship
of the Creator, Its gods.The God threads a tapestry of a split photon's light, perhaps;
It paints the petals, brushstrokes the sun-
light; refracts a hard Artic isolation
into the glitter of...Stars. And carves the pure ice to flood a new Earth.
The movement of the continents,
might become "super" continents, their lands
un- trodden by the bi-ped shapes
who will be tossed, spat out of evolution.
To drown. In the swells that rise,
crest in cloud-burst colors.
But the young rain-dog"s coat is metallic; a new strength, created by the stripping
of Ligands, to force the nanoparticles, in room-temp, to be released;
to be compacted into a hardness greater
than cut diamonds...the rain-dog's coat has
onyx hues, a coal-mine's glitter. He leaps:
wedding - white wings lift.
***
An old Irish Band,
in a Hollywood Movie,
tap their booted feet
to a one stroke strum.
A viewer thought, "Ohh, MAN,
I could do that". And she did:
she strummed her guitar to a love song.
She beat the heart's rhythm to fly.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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