
*
Sweating hours.
Quiescence lies like a crime.
*
The crack of dry twigs underfoot…
startles!
A tumultuous green-flash
of thumping rampage.
Dog legs.
Baboon haunches.
A luminous ankh arrows away.
A way out to tree-stump.
To crook torso and tail.
And splay dripping
limbs akimbo.
*
A panting swastika
pulses suspended.
*
Mimicking leaf.
Balanced in bark.
Night flecked.
*
Slowly stretching…
it twists
an ancient neck
to glare.
*
Eon empty eyes
Blink in
the sun.


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