Thursday, July 27, 2006

The Envelope of Hornets

Which shelf bubbles up skin
The sketched out mothers huddle
On the dive dock moored too out
In the current, they give thanks.

Fish and alligators mimic indifferent
Habits, buy some hotdogs and gaze
Off at the Spanish moss and cypress
Kneels. Meanwhile the hornets

Collect the beach, the sand and gift
Shop. The spring burps up another
Set of mastodon bones, a million

Years set adrift and still a current
Of fear makes its way to the surface,
Finds a crowd to press into the corner.

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