autumn's laughter

autumn grass
sways
to opium
sky,
daylight's sweet nectar.

i watch a lone morning glory grow
among
the warm saxicolous
waiting for first signs.

cleft leaves fall
between my fingers
painting my skin in red-orange.

this insinuating color rolls
through my hand's fjord to blushing
roads of rubble, settling in sleep
upon the

devil's
cellar door.
laughter's sinuous sound rises with-

out incident.

2 comments:

little wing writer said...

hi michelle came over here from mariachristina's F5 w/Pi...pretty incredible stuff and challenging...didn't know abt this before on your site...

paisley said...

i finally got around to using this form... it was tricky......

"olive tree"