Masses: Words

painting by Marlene Vine (, poem by Roy Herndon Smith

Words (17.09)

words weasel out of
denotations, their babbling
tones leave us gasping

the weather is mixed
shadows and patches of light
nibble each other

the earth shoulders up
through floods of water and fire
a child skips ahead

her mother follows
looking at her phone, a bird
angles over them

through the trees holding
like the lines of a poem
pieces of the sky

like the stanzas, scenes
of living beings rhyming
the world with their breaths