Kerri Shying R # 278 - Warming

Warming

the hoverflies  all over

speaking summer in the tongue of winter morning

breath-cloud fat with soy

calamity  unbounded  brings the small beasts

brings the paper-cut serrations

of grief

one petal only on the dry pink begonia here

struggling alone through spring

weltering in the watered-down juices

my morning coffee thrown

first down my shirt

then, in lieu of seasons, to the air