The
meadow illuminated by lightning
A
ladybug crawling on the sand
The sparks of the
stars brightening
the
penny sprawled in my hand
The stiffly stretched rows of
grass
glare brightly in the morning sun
My bare foot bleeds due to the
glass
left over from an evening
beer run
Blood flows freely like from the
tap
The foot feels wooden and creaky
I place my finger to that vortex gap
Perhaps to stop the leaking
Or rather to feel the liquid gush
and watch the
grass stalks reddened
that green is now sensuous and lush
red-tinted and no longer deadened
I launch the
penny into the ethers
It quivers briefly in its flight
Over a patch of
grass that withers
yellow-brownish in its
blight