scorned as timber beloved of the sky
exhausted gravity unfurls its wings, lifts and falls
plastic. plaster flies, sun is down & out late fall
asphalt & concrete landscape, no soil. swings
not childsafe, she goes on hopelessly about falls
white hailstones and clouds torn from sky
black magnified hum of waterfalls.
celebration easier if you believe in sacred flesh,
breathe the difference, loose coat insideout falls.
hollow snowdrift shadows swagger and splosh
Em tells her shed the doubt, it can make you fail.
