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.