monsoon maven

sip the breeze and sigh...

roots grow thick and slow
the tender shoots of lacking

the subtle twist of limb and roll of bark
that has forsaken the moss to reveal

(not withstanding all previous
degrees of ancient groves)

wooden vertebrae stalks
reading spinal rings
finding a hump,
concentric
deviance

but like a meandering camel
the rain of all rains has come

torrential bliss, a monsoon maven
adjusting the investments of those

who cared too little
and spent too much

wandered into a maze of cypress
and tried to be forgotten
in a shady empire

where is that promise on the wind?

12.29.08 © acn