The swarm says
don't scare me I
won't think its
funny.
The herd says
there's not
enough clutter.
The swarm says
we are thankful
for forgiveness.
Otherwise we
would be a
lost and lonely
little soul.
The herd says
at the core
of the tangle
is a knot.
The swarm says
we are
a stuntman.
We are
a flag.
Seeds don't
assault
the air
this way.
If they did
the trees
from those
seeds would
turn actively
towards the sun.
The herd says
it wasn't
really a hit
and run. It
happened too
fast for that.
It was barely
noticeable.
The shape
of thunder.
The lightning.
The lightning's
ankles.
#weeklypoemandpic