sly meadow
by duskbunny
where i find caterpillars slithering across the wood
you see kaleidoscope wings and a man where a child once stood
a burning house whose pillars are destined for collapse
now a vacant lot; potential seeded in the very thing it lacks
so do i descend into the blackened depths to scavenge off the corpses
or do i decide to breathe and climb up to the surface?
do i let the pressure build until i am firmly set in place?
or do i savor in the feeling of sunlight on my face?
fluid lintel
