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Nimbus Night
The mother picks the day-old dandelion
From where it so long decayed
Hair that's deepened grey
And makes a wish for many kids
Sends the pedals all aflight
WIth a broomstick sweep
Of her throbbed lungs
Sends them all to burry seeds
Deep beneath her sweaty soil
And her wooden silence in the dullened dusk
Silent as the housecat hiss
Under her spiteful breath
Under her creepy tongue
She sets the clocks for stalks to sprout
To bloom big beanstalks with giants at the top
The ether owl in the earthened tree brooding through the bark
Hums a melted tune
He stretches his great feather-haired wings
To glide forth the dimmed sky
Of a nimbus night
The seeds sleep low
In the womb of the earth
And the tear of the turf
That spit up leftover roots
To trip the travelers
For trampling the flowerbed
That the mother planted
