A postcard from the solstice

Sunlight glistens upon velvet

hairs upon the stalks

They bend at the weight

of pods suspended

In shadows of their sisters

Cosmos blossom, pink, orange, red

They sway together, seduced

by the west wind’s gentle kiss

Their afternoons eternities

Timeless while time runs out

Swimming in a sea of green

with amber, scarlet, violet

in field and glade

sun or shade

Upon grass oceans

Beneath woodland canopies gracious

The whitetail’s abode

this land of splendor

A creature only food

for beasts no less noble

While we assail ourselves

bludgeon our bodies

with concrete, steel, light and sound

Kill ourselves slowly

trying to recreate what was ours

Til we pass to no greater purpose

We’re not even meat