Country roads
twist and turn
Juggling
bits of trees and clouds
Like pieces
of glass in a cardboard tube
Whirled
around—
Spirit
rapping views
Evaporate
and reconfigure,
In a gentle
rain and a breath of wind,
Spinning
wheels grip the pavement.
Above the
rolled, drummed din,
Wet whispers,
quaked leaves, and billowed vapors,
Wait for the
belligerent roar of a lion’s den,
Wait for the
rasp of anti-heroes and villains,
Jagged glass
edges, windmills with broken vanes,
And
thunderous blasts of light
That leave
earthly tremors
Among the fleet-footed
patterns of
Tumbled
fragments,
Within the
air of swirling blades,
Docile flights
of fancy
Burrow
through stormy gusts and headwinds,
Ride out
tempestuous wheels of fortune
Spun because
of a roll of the dice.
© cmheuer, 7/17
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