micro:
I got two,
two more watermelons for your summer shandy
two more tie back birds
for your autumn roaster
fog peeling back across the creek
like a crabshell it comes off with heat
macros:
big, yellow sand moving in drifts
big yellow sun
moving clouds
big yellow
like a happy fat child
with marbles rolling round, round, round
micro:
wheat tassles tap over like fingers
over piano keys
micro miracle:
adding an inch to housedust
your skin and mine
our lipskin cells
colliding with mite and mote
loop and repeat:
sweep, sweep, sweep
any evidence of our passion end up as dust
waste, loom broom problems
macro to micro:
in lanes outside the big box shop
talk president and blame politics
a bit of pepper
about you
about me
when the sun comes up
up rise two, and for so long, and for so long
