fiction 

i. the dust

a dust storm has blown in, a pink brown mist haze

whirling off the fields in licks and wists

the land lifting to become airborne,

fine grains soaked in agrochemicals-

the aetherized body of the earth.

 

I see ii. her body

She no longer exists;

the body is not Life

*the duality of body) and

                    (

                    Spirit,

licking across the flat earth, sweeping in whorls across the country roads  

the movement    of     spirit        into wind

           into ripples         across         the     sea

                   & color  in     

                   the Wild

 

iii. deep green phytochemicals diffusing

in cellulose stalks that twist and grow

like the cotton toward the sun, in circles

around the years. we cradled the sun-warm dust in our palms,

blinking into the endless sky.

 

the passage of Loving Spirit iv. into wind

unseen but animating the land by its touch

the wind is breath the wind is change movement running leaping the wind is

dancing thermodynamics,

the wind is tiring;

she sleeps the rest of the weary.

 

the wind’s last kiss kissed,

the dust falls calm as if ironed flat.