Sunday, July 2, 2017

slow and docile breezes infect



the feral wind chickens
are barking
in the travertine patios
where the cedar maze
is lifting
its floorless roofless
medallion to the sky

who smells cedar
better than a canine
wind chicken
gone feral
in exquisite patios
whose columns
of fragrant
river wood
reach right up to
heaven's door

these chickens
leap twirl and cavort
and bark out
their fitful poems

and i see their sigil
their symbol

it is a panic
an emerald green
chicken dog
with fireworks popping
saddlebags

fitfully sleeping hermits
under waterfalls
of honeysuckle
get no respite
from the insane poetry

of these joyous
hairy tornado birds