Wednesday, August 5, 2009

further reflections on collapsed greenhouses

feed the roots
not the structure
time has chosen sides
every order falls
every shape
collapses
fractally
and you, amidst
pieces raining pattering pattern past
as green, then brown
surges upward
there is no way to climb
only to be borne
aloft

2 comments:

Stacia said...

Wow Doug, I really enjoyed reading this one. It invoked cool imagery for me :)

Doug Hagler said...

i'm glad that any of these aren't poemFAIL... :)