B-12 Flora
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Down from a cloud-high sky Thy verdured molecules fly, Microscopic floral glens Mirroring the way gold-brindled leaves Stair-step downward in a cooling autumn light-- Dance step, Flip, Dance step, Fall, And then a sliding wind nudges over… In cyanobic hordes they come, Sailing unseen within our changed dome, Sallying into the greened new grasses, Into the brown cracks of rocks; To die there, Curled crusted remembrances --And curses too-- E-nouncing Thy ancient grievances Concerning Thy pure first law. --Dumas fils |
Photo: US Fish and Wildlife