A dry wind lifts
a damp fringe of
gray hair.
She is wrinkled,
her mouth sunken
over dentures.
She's as thin as dust
but glows
on the edge of her ruin.
The earth aches.
It once made love to her
and still aches to enfold her,
to seed her again with
its time-buried starshine.
In this concrete thoroughfare
with its crawling steel, blind windows,
and metaled carapaces,
she is Eve.
A cool Summer breeze...
Brings pollen to allergies's
own wheeze and sneeze.
Maple leafs wave against many southern winds...
Rain drops pelt rooftop's of metaled building's dins.
Storms affront the lakes of lands...
Nature's wrath confronts plans of man.
Flash floods push Californian landslides down hills
against homes a-plenty.
All about ruined homes, the remains too muddy.
Large palm trees wrapped around cars so spoiled...
Aft'ward cleanups resulted in many manned hours
so toiled.
Insurance is the brace damm'ed against Nature's
caused disgrace...
Faith in claims denied, resulted in faith misplaced.
Scattered destruction shows this planet's nature
gone wild...
'Tis time to face facts of vast destruction's very
own melee defiled.
Faith in God, should have, by man, been prayed for...
Answered with miracles, would be,
many, many more.
Dusting, cascading on wings confiscating
the dreams spilled in pools of desire
We watch and we wait in a thick contemplate
on these paper soft wings to expire
Birch eyes on fireflies, chalky moth feathers fly
slicing the moon from it's strings
Crashing back down to splash drops of desire
incredible, though for the moment it stings
Whispers on wings to the fallen moon sings
touching the tongue of those minted and mute
Lost in these nights, an incredible sight
one which no ether of sense can refute
Silver eyes letting tears, metaled and molded years
Dreams all at once see their chance at escape
and latch on to wings hooked to birch eyes on fireflies
sweeping the sky leaving dust in their place.