Tall waves reflecting
the lightning's bodily form
the gel between joints
a window breathing
vent's gush of vacant air
meeting the sash of organic matter
surf's leering fingers
that trickle across the corner sun.

Long grasses stuck to the pane
a hurricane in blown-out eye sockets
from some other moon.
Lank ferns draped on shale
the maple's corresponding unit
limp space tugged into lines
star's grid above cubes of wheat
treetop's sprig of wires.

A doorway in the soaring clouds
melting oily chains
to a floor of green
the laugh's last vapor.