Canary-ied.
A yellow monarch on
bloom flutters-by.
That is not random light, it is a worm
suspended by a satin string.
Spinning mid-air.
Center-stage
of the path.
Is that a good or a bad day for the creature?
Hanging by a plant,
pint and a praeter-prayer.
One branch a’loosened. Snapped. Remaining.
The bark of a
tree’s tread. Rubber meeting road-air.
Veined loam.
Detritus.
Vitriol.
A feather/s lost is no
clipped wing but
Bird might have gone
down-y.
I well-aged pair of companions.
Purple seeps in.
Light hangs in
almost-rainbows.
Gone before you can even blink.
Driven snow around and on the ground.
WrittenCasey 