god is rattling the cage, today
and which one, i wonder,
which one
it’s a big one, Floris
it’s yellow to amber
it’s worse than predicted
it’s cancellations and bins and other
objects askew
like my flaring skirt and low flying rainbow
it’s breathtaking
lives in danger, maybe
just don’t go swimming
and fearsome takeoff
oh yes and yet
you, you couldn’t displace a gum wrapper
could you
discarded, it’s been there since Thursday,
at least
it’s jammed in there good
but you couldn’t change a thing, really,
could you
for all of your vortices
for all of your noise and your action
and all that acted upon by complexion
intention all those
return laminar
and who can
i ask
by way of condolence
which one, which one,
who can