Alright
I know what you’re thinking
but let’s try to keep things
in balance
Fear-mongering
within fig trees
and bright eyes
beyond and before
backgrounds
spark inspection
She turns her head
She turned her head
They know when
you’re a goner
the elders
they’ll need to carry the youngers
to a faraway point
it’s for the Greater Good
climbing up
without thinking
she flits
and turns her head
some things
have thumbs
and others
do not need them
A great old guy falls
and all the trumpet plants
dance at its funeral
set it all
adrift
in search for the figs
in the little tree
She does her best
for thorough examination
The young are
counting on this are
like a tree frog
leaping in slow motion