by Carmen Mason
We ….scuttling about
the multitudinous places
coldstoned…metallic
measured…calibrated
spreading…..winding
fans and mazes
rays and spokes ~
agricultural beds
waters.…cities.…mountains
and they..in
minute replicas..winding
thru a plop of pink ice cream
a fallen cookie smashed to crumbs
or pushing up from under
hills of breasted sand ~
all on the straight and narrow
or crooked….fretting….foraging
some fortunate..~..forgetting
Then… from a shoe….a wheel
a bullet….an invasive cancer
a deluge….landslide.…natural or corrupt
a bomb or a betraying heart:……………………. poof.
Carmen Mason: I have been writing poetry and prose much of my life. I’ve been published, won prizes but realize I write most for myself — to express, explore, expunge and exhort.