Turn, or Tune? (time)

“geography is the earth slowly moving against itself.” – Ander Monson

Tarot readings for blossoming cities
occur in eastern sectors,
and spread growth.

how hummingbirds draw nectar in winter’s decay,
growth unfolds clasping hands holding or hindering hibernation.

this is nature’s Darwin phase,
where willows weep
and winter retreats.

so morning’s sparrow sings,
rebirthing things like swings, sprigs, twigs, springs…
Eyes can peek and mouths may meet,
But all are the addendum to genre of
heat.

In a cemetery lies lingering embers
near spirits once burning,
Once falling,
once living,
//now absent.

Monuments or metals,
Medals, and memories,
the stones of yard’s graves
are collections of human historical factories.

This is why in cold daze,
there hovers ends,
Before ties bending west.
(these part to absence.)

Perhaps bicycles
disseminate wisdom toward
movement and corrode ground
down to sound.

Oil is fluid, allowing gears to be
provoked near rhythmic suggestions.
forward, centrifugal, force.

So old men speak clear,
and young men die withholding fear,
And it becomes a rearview mirror,
Juxtaposing reality in a contingency of
The past, but it draws close,
fast.

Caterpillars on ground,
All (now) rough rise compromise.
Turn trash to treasure.

A universal crescendo is a transparent composition.