the
trees have lost their mojo
gone limp
motion
drained out like a clearcut forest
a
dove sits alone on the wire
dreaming
of escape
too
hot to move
when
the storm finally arrives
critters
will panic for higher ground
flood
plains will spread thru the hinterlands
at
least one specie will be looking
for
a place to bury their head
tv
drivel is the offering before the upheaval
getting
in all the advertising
before
the power goes out
leaves
hang from their own weight
only
the dog knows what's up
barking
like a precursor
corn
& soy beans rot
where
the sun hides
where
the river meets the highway
---
e b bortz
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