Friday, April 24, 2009

Cartwheels

Eighty-six albatrosses with blue lips all flying in a line northwards towards Australia.
Waterfalls flowing upwards towards the glaciers.
When will the top of the food chain finally consume every link below it?
There will be one in the ocean, in the Mariana Trench.
The other will roam the continents.
Toads and cicadas tuning and re-tuning each other throughout the night.
The oceans opening and closing like admonishing clam shells.
Heat seeping out of the cracks and vents of the earth.
Where have all of the mosquito catchers gone?
What is the meaning of troupe after troupe of ululating lemurs?

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