silence (or maybe it's screaming, but I can't tell which anymore)
Sunshine and warmth we'll likely never get used to I'm sweating in my sleep
Now (I) finish my pelvis’s cycle of growth, become active, stop talking, stop thinking, stop building, forming seedpods, seedlings, eggs in webs, roots, trunks, stalks, bark, twists and turns and knots.
sound holes from the garden
morning lilies bulging, peaking, gaping open
pleasure yard, rusting
post-capitalist shame statue of a tiny horse in the middle of a field dusk mowers
…rhythmic, maybe-screaming, actual-screaming
sun sets on a new moon
tooth diagram crude butterfly sunspot creature