One Hundred Stood

One hundred stood shading;tall, trusting, thriving treestill the heavens openedtheir mouth like a multitude ofmottled black humpback whales; spouting, raging upon earth.Pounding, pounding, poundinghuge, hungry, hurtful torrentsof rain racing and running pastand though my hundred; blood  flowing in the earth rooted vainlandscapes now lapping at once study, towering trunks with barkoozing crying like a child inContinue reading “One Hundred Stood”