The Sincerity of Structures
a hot wind blows up leaves
hiding in the shade
our fingertips trap ash
like snowflakes, orange sky red sun
the sincerity of structures
waiting, watching
the trees bend into it, sensing slowly
because those molecules know
differently, communicate with creaks and whispers
signals across the mycorrhizal fungal network
touch the sticky resin, it tells the story
forest blood, amber jewels
transmitting a message in branching roots
the firefront is coming
if you’re quiet enough, you’ll hear it crackle
the smell of approach
even the water is hot, flowing from a bottle
into your parched throat
dropping dark out of gutters, eyes blackened
hosing the walls
dirt and perspiration, the sincerity of structures
waiting, watching
really nice!
ReplyDeleteI like that!
ReplyDeleteNerve-wracking. I can smell the dry and the smoke and hear that crackle.
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