metaphors
dark, trembling
mislead in the creek.
black cloud lives
in swell swirl pool schist sandstone rubble
a still liminal in rain and runoff street and forest fouled by teens between
wonder and restlessness solitude comity, the cloud whirls like storms flirting with glass ground edgeless
observed by barefoot doe-brown eyes which, gleefully, take cover from the heat of the car that threatens further travails
eyes which bear the gift of naming these swirling nimbus shadows river-hoppers even though this place of twisted material
fails to bear the gift of Nature but for bearing microscopic bubbles linked for a few weeks to schistsoapstonemarblesteelrod
Here in this ichtyological-amphibian womb fashioned by man, planning, careless, sixty toes rest silent in fine-milled rock glass
watched by five hundred parabolic eyes, sensed by millions of fishy synapses, for if only one toe shifts it kicks up the silt
we watch them back as their indecision causes a random walk in the Wissahickom if foe thought neutral, must go
reactions are linked as the water droplets in a rain cloud act as one
witness how these noiseless nimbus
minnuws hop into young
imagination
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