[Banyan Tree]


–mickey  morgan

The air sits thick and wet with city dust

till wind bewilders pollen to  a state

of need to multiply and agitate.

Airy transports ride the smothering  gusts

confronting flesh with layers of spawning must.

A cough of lacquered air becomes a drape.

prone and seeping into lips–soft rape.

The gaping throat compresses as in lust.

The dust collects and threatens to corrode,

fertilizing lungs with rusting black.

Deep it cries, a fertile, wounded cry.


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