The whir of ocean breath
Cognizant of the beginnings
When life bore winged beasts
To garnish the potato firm in the ground
There were a number of mastodons
Elicit in their movements
Towards ripe curtains
Waiting to be drawn.
A train leaps from its tracks
Vigilante trespassers retreat
What more to ask from grandfathers'
Hands that meat?
Murder a new meaning
Giving time its chimney
A mark of life passing by
Where mere taste is satisfied.
Cables meander
From pole to tower
A quicker message is reached
By air.
Given a number of balloons in the sky
A moment of wide expectancy
Lies buried above the clouds.
More can be seen from the place
Other than that which falls
From a limb but sways from
The sliken sand of the beaches' loam.
Can it be that the starfish
Is awake and seen by day
Only to propose the questions
Point by point?
-LaDonna Smith