Saturday 17 March 2018

On A Windy Day



The tree branches engage in a mysterious dance
An ancient frenzy; dos-à-dos and enchufla
The steps of which remain in taxonomic secrecy known
only to the phylum; even the wind does not understand
the choreographic response of the fronds.
The rhythm of their writhing declaring an impenetrable knowledge.
No matter how long I observe their swing,
sway and shimmy, I am no more learned of their communications than
before the weather changed.




MDC
March 2018


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