PALM FRONDS SWING IN THE EVENING SKY
telephone poles stand tall with the great palms,
their wires across yawning gaps, closing distances
i walk in minutes & ants can only dream of,
transmitting at speeds ants know intimately
& i can only dream of. it is impossible to watch
& not be in awe, as parrots & crows caw & squawk,
diving from one to another, settling along the strands
like swimmers on high dives, comfortable in the most
unnatural spaces.