empire, gathering moss
Nathan B. Smith
butterfly in a cone shaped thread—
an arachnid fortress canopy,
strung throughout the woods.
cotton seed storm
scene thru webworks:
a pair of slugs touch horns,
inch, coalesce, trade sperm
all day, like newborns, tree side
trail, shines their excrete-slime
all available colors for the light.
we name roots along the way,
the webs wave flaggish;
under their banner we live
tri-layered and flower bridging.
scorched leaves look,
a white banquet
rained on by their cousins
