Hammering the fecund world
of grey skies grey trees
letting it bleed its fragments to me
cracked firmament retracting hail
torn daylight pursuing its dawn fracture
days in the rain spent world
watching reptilian fungus
on storm wrecked trunks
wafting rotted woodpeckers
long blueberry ditches dark
plank slapped paths led
to a pool of unformed silver,
stunned sentient gold.