Stiff limbed, peaceful creatures.
Creaking doors inside their necks
As they turn their heads and shift
Their ears. Wrinkled skin creasing
Underneath those milky eyes that
Blink slowly, as if unsure of the places
They should be looking towards.
Plastic bodies hollow yet made to
Be so full of life, half of their limbs as
Still as can be. Always silent are the
Smaller ones that see everything and
Continue to pay no mind. Emotions
Invisible on their painted faces. Only
Within their eyes do the water inside them
Speak and reflect the truth. Everything
Unfolds beneath the shooting stars as
Thunder crackles and flashes of light strike.
Aged bricks align the moonlight as dawn
Breaks through over hours. Wildflowers
Seek rainwater as their petals wilt and tear.
Grunts from tightened throats and opened
Mouths echo across the underlying leaves.
Scratches become engraved into drying bark
As the wood curls like drifting vines. Flocks of
Feathers breach shadows above petals by
The sky of light that peers through treetops.
I see and hear these elements during the
Breach of autumn as I hold my breath-
Waiting for tomorrow to come.