Literary Vegan

Clouds with their rainbow tongues lick relief over our skin, butterflies flap ceramic clean in high circles. Time hauls open the iron doors of held breath — jaws loosen with the stretch.

Specks of swallows stamp the summer moon; rolled black tracks of news in snow above a world burning.

Metal petrichor, fresh coffee soil. Seedlings thrust thunder-strong into smirking rain — earth's rumbling belly pleads  for more.

Fire-fresh, fangs for toes, the diurnal amber raptor scatters crow confetti, pigeon constellations, with stern, solemn, brow.

The bee loves the tyme-flower, tumbles with it kiss-dipping down. Imagine being so light, you willow with visiting wings.

Teacup-chatter pigeons lifted into flight, a sudden spear — anxiety spiking in a six of spades  twilight card. The reason, regal, sashayed  into a late life sky being; amber under with warnings: this is the evening of the wolf-bird — you have no claim to the moon.