Rust colored cirrus clouds are a fishnet emptying of daylight.
Black mirror of river swells as a caiman’s blue-grey head peaks
trailing rouged ribbons of light in its wake. It is drawn
by purple mist watering the whistling of cicadas
by bird-cage of buttress roots fracturing the glow of fireflies.
The sharp clap of a gunshot rifles through the trees.
Accustomed, there is only the faint rustling of limbs,