Transit by: Timothy Deshaies
Dusk:
Fireflies unbottle quick as Ta-Da!
Leaves syncopate in ordered pairs. Pile neatly according to
internal design. This is the way counting numbers act:
Sequence. Carry-able loads.
Somewhere beyond the gusto
wild-flight rabbits thump one--two--three.
Was a warning:
Hummingbirds and flute become integrated language--my heart
voweled into rhythmic lungs--my jacket
buttoned till the sternum--synergy for bumblebee
who is left out intentionally.
Blame it on the horizon:
Fox deep in silhouette.
Red against red. Through thicket and thistle
thin as a rib.
The animal uncut from its totem,
fierce with light--you were strong
and wouldn't change directions.
The fire-stuff drenched in breeze.
Combinations of pure potential
fell like trusty continuing apples.
We walked together and slow,
so as not to tire
after a long day of resting.
