smiled
loved when his imagination kicked in treated
him to the impossibleimprobable
possibly happened in his eyes projected on them brain to eyes or maybe eyes to brainhe could care less
he saw it unveil
first runmaybe perhaps the
only run
hes never had anyone
jab him in the ribs and tell him You wouldn’t
believe what I just saw.”
he would
he was
susceptible to anything imaginable
as a kid he climbed into big
trees to their uppermost limbs sat in a narrow crotchswaying with the breeze and
let the clouds act let them tell him a story great white billowing cloudssensuous
dark angry stormclouds both so passionate clouds intrigued him
Where were you?you missed dinner.
his mother demanded
You don’t feed him. his father
said
his kidbrother I told you, he was sitting up in the tree on the corner.
Were you?
I was
Didn’t you hear your father whistle?
I heard
You
didn’t come. Knew it was dinner.
Yes
Don’t feed him.
I’m
not.
He made his choice.
I did Im accountable
an ivoryamberstreaked coloured
moon swept through the silhouette of a black bare tree
twothirds way through its crownthe
last third the moon began to catch on
the skeletal limbs plaits stretching
like chewinggum
either pulled or pulling either in
jest or pain or anger
the
moon changed colour
ivory darkened the amber deepened like driedblood
neither the
moon relenting or the tree releasing
thickstrands thick spiderweave
when the bulk of the moon round vast was wellaway
of the tree
one
or the other let go
a slow elasticity apparent
black limbs didnt trembled
the plaits caught up
then
the
pair were separate
asif they never teased or angered
or interacted
but he saw
he saw
AMish, Saturday,
16 12. 23
1033, day-between-2-Ts, 27 12.
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