(juglans nigra)
poet punditry
pun did tree
nip r duty
y pin d rut
on a tough nut
y drip slow flow
when you can
fly to fall, know
plumage plenary
icarian carry
a tumult
and how
you play atop
your billowing
this poem
is a cloud
mountainous stay
called lightning
yes screams
and the three
faces of Eve
and Ivy
in a seed tree
(snippet-ee-crickets in the strings)
... starlight tippling
dust : its aggregate masses
thus conducting gravity
maestro-ed backyards
when quiet moments
are stolen into
witch to witch
wonder to wonder
woman of this world is
working endless electric magic
crackling with music just beyond
the beauty of trees ...
all birds
be they magpie
or mock
know to listen
to the certainties
in the sway(s) while
tombstone-d pinching
what be dark
inside us ...
EJR ©
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