Nothing Seen
drip
drop.
rain song
lettuce leaves
carrot tops, red rust,
bunny hops, go run, creatures through
the flora, ferns. Wend your way from sun unto a dark
craven night.
drip
drop.
let's smell
the notes of
warrens caved, soil motes
smell the earth and well know the ropes -
how hawks and terns can swoop by light deeper than our eyes discern, deeper than the woods would
dry
dry
bones and
listen for
the unwitnessed snap.
