tarred cracks

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

Anne Buchanan-Stuart

Photos in collage from: CSIRO CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons