ancillary

ancillary

salt marshes and swamps make up the marginal
landscape bed of rose colored grasses, dried for

a season, never to mend. theres no harbor in the

nuclear forest; we twist round the yielding path

to avoid madonnas and child in the web-lace,

decks the boughs. theres armadillos happening

by, and gators of all sizes, some small as a

decent winter scarf.

from great distances i try to make out birds
models, based on size, and just how they fly.
a blue heron turns out to be a mature American
bald eagle, cows me and a herd of ibis takes
off from the oaks in chorus; i am jerked awake

by a jewel backed thumb tip sized ancillary

frogs got a pretty narrow existence.