DOWSING

by July 18, 2022 0 comments

One blade of grass will weather
All seasons,
Trawl a spider’s thread
Through the chimera wound
As D-day approaches.

Listen. Do you hear the crib
Shrieking empty
In the holster
Of the wind?
That’s convergence…

One blade of grass; flexible
Covets the key
To antiquity
And stays
The discus thrower.

Not of this era,
Passers-by
Mistake
Transparency
For rubble.

editors note:

And we say, “You don’t have the sense of a blade of grass!” for a reason. – mh clay

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