small seeded shapes of weeping windmill grasses
peel back their curling bodies along black tar streams
— kicking up the passage of summer white —
Wild grasses dig in. On the verge
— ululating the roaded way,
on the tar black margins.
One seed escapes; airborne / stillborn /
another slips between flash-wheels
still another, blown by cacophony
settles. Cracked …
wordless
this wind-waved-word — this
mar this split/unspelt
clodded soil —
wildwind’s gentle seeds — stray —
fused between
tarred cracks