Thursday, July 21, 2011


The bones of maples dance in meditation
to the hum and buzz of the earth turning.
They sway slightly
brushing the bellies of the atmosphere.
Monuments of molecules
                tremble and shudder
the ominous pressure of gravity.

They harness a secret
swirling in their guts-
that if the song falls silent
the universe will have no choice,
but to parish within the rain.

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