Can you imagine the glory
of the crow, a black spell,
a rippled myth? What goddess
broke the simple spiral shell
and carved its powers
on her belly? Children, do
you see green towers in
your tales of water, sun, and
trees? At what temperature
does dancing turn to liquid?
Can you sing a song of rain
and pay the price to bring the
sleeping goddess from her bed?
Do you smell ozone, brother?
The old timers say it comes
just before the pallid rain.
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NaPoWriMo #14: 20 Questions | We Wordle #14
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Marvellous! I love “At what temperature does dancing turn to liquid”. What a wonderful concept.
Thank you, Misky.
I like the image of crow as a black spell!
Thanks, Debi!