sharp slice / muscle snap /white bone
pulsed blood /  dark  alarm

do you believe  - - 
ghost limbs 
can      not       up?

worship false prophecies if you must
another truth unfolds


the wild eye / the red try
the stretched hot lump /  heart pump 

regains sky

scrills the instinct sound
licks sun on feather's sheen    
responds great distance hung beneath

slick beauty escaped 

sinewed span 
expands on solid air 
rides strength 
that does not fold 
to tiny movements
in curling green

Poem by Jo Mariner

Image credit: Arnell Gilberto Bercero, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons