de Mestral

There are things about words
That attach to the brain
Like little burrs
Digging in and finding homes
Then latching on to a neighbor
Like an action hero falling off a cliff
Only to be caught by a stray branch
So sturdy these fibers
It is often said
We come from trees
And will only find peace
When we return to that shape
Few plants eat meat
Willingly
Also then like a villain
Falling of a balcony
Only to land in a beautiful pool
Surrounded by letters
Once words
Before the colossal splash
Now "sp" looking for "lash"
Other words so broken
They will settle as new words
"Colossal" not even becoming "colloidal" or "loss of color"
But rather mixing with many other strays
To become "save a poor lost cat"
But, pumped full of bullets on the way down
Our villain loses all ability to decipher sentences about cats
And only lays there face down mumbling
"Shmrfachoo"
The pool begins to speak in moving image
Revealing the pattern of any great diaspora
Any great virus
Spreading outward until everything white-blue is pink
Pan to small weeds growing out of the cracks in the concrete
There by the side of the pool
Cue breeze
Release burrs
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4.30.13