Change ranges meadows
and defies special specificity:
on a winter morning,
bee remainders sleep off
summer buzzes while
chickadees dance the
miniscule dazzles reflected
in their snow while
another car hits another
median while
the sky defies temperature,
glaring at exposed eyes
with the consternation
promised by the clarity
of last night's
constellations.
I like the juxtapositions and word play (special specificity) — how a line spills us into the next (another car hits/ another car?), how I sometimes misread a word (consternations constellations) that then spins back to me. Thanks for this provocation. -tad
Thank you for your reflections, Tad, I hope your writing is flowering this month!