Kerri Shying R # 363 - Light Rail Trench

Light Rail Trench

pencil pine   a clutter

of umbrellas  upturned

pressing

at the sky

for juice 

the energy of blue

 sledded white

  the slide

 of clouds

no derangement

branches stand  unmoved

the roots that hold this

mast    vast  towards

the earth calling

for the fig

the gum 

amid the shudder

of the build

the railway comes