Evaporate the towers

 

This time murderous row
seed pods rush traffic
for position
in chloroformed
family persuasions
weaving calamitous cursory looks
raging in marvelous faces
edged at the forest peering
and seething languorous hope
for abundance
under a holiday sun.

Meantime hard rock parties
educated in speculation and guesses
shadow harvest
pinched off magic sown crystal shoots
swirling dark then bright
kicked-up and double time around dancing feet
abandoned beneath the trees.

 

Bill Morrison