Dark Norfolk pine - upon its pinnacle
a finial - a dove, poised in the aura
of the sun's decline, photons on breast
and wings, becomes a stylite on a living spire,
pulsing with ions from the atmosphere.
Far below, she sees suburban people
on well-tended streets, so burdened
with their purchases, they cannot love
the air they breathe. She sees the river winding
serpentine toward the whale-blessed sea,
glad she is a dove atop a vibrant, resin-scented tree.
Panopticon
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2005
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