Above fertile soil, and
Below a crescent moon.
Temporarily catching leaves
Other debris that falls with the
Illuminated by a variety of lights,
Some occurring naturally and some
(Depending on the time of year)
It has the potential
Kinetic energy to match the hanging laundry,
Some shirts and
Some white sheets that can flutter so violently,
They will emerge as flame;
Bearing a titular resemblance to the smoldering phoenix.
And may be mistaken for suburban forest fires
Sun-spots among the vast cul-de-sacs,
That are communities
Among already communities.
While the laundry in question is
Left to dry on the line,
Left to try for a time.
Dancing erratically in between gusts,
They can appear as one other if only a glance was to be spared.
And it is a wonder why there are not more mirrors outdoors
Both live in constant suspension,
Like swinging bridges,
With the constant fear they may one day take
Or plunge unexpectedly
As some birds in infancy, surely have thought.
Feathers and all,
Soaring up into the stratosphere.
Breaking through tangled canopies of
Violins & vines;
Discovering sportsmanship and ferocity ,
-As if they were neighbors
Chaperoned by symphonies that pilot chariots,
That descend unto
The cities below.
Snaking through alleyways and steamy grates,
Watching people participate as ants
Incapacitate the people.
Sometimes the hammock will endure wind gusts like
And is twisted in on itself,
Its ropes on both sides twisting with so much friction…
So much fiction…
And when those same savage winds move on,
Dissipate like melting ice cream,
(Ice cream cones that look like tornadoes, at least in form, minus the color and taste of strawberries.)
The hammock will unwind in a fashion similar to its usual occupants,
But at speeds that create gusts and
Craters of their own,
Forming moons and
Plots of land that
Will never have a mayor
Or a pristine golf course,
Or a gold mine.
All of which would require a sprinkle of humanity,
On top of something that already looks like a croissant,
A condition that the shady spot under the hammock can not sustain
(Because there is no bakery)
Because this would also require
Some excessively large scissors
In order to cut the ribbon
Which would be either
Yellow or red
Immeasurable in length.