hair
floats on a bed into oblivion glass ceiling

coffee-sun day no press-on earring buttons out of grass clippings

squirrel innocent away as fly bed into a writhing joy snakes her inside
a wind chime the air to random whispers. standard jungle lush sun dried spirited
apple trees
flowers to sour beads
birds from here to a distant river bank squak as they've forgotten yesterday rain lift low chimeric life
seem just
a series of roots intertwined with mother's unending slow weep