Sandstone walls reach into stars at twilight to pull out the weaver, frail elegant she breathes out for Zinnias to open giant wine blooms a flutter of wings, delicate lands the whip of its antennae, baton explode dozens of monarch dance, phantom hearts kissing her inner sanctum to spill spills into sprinting leopards blur droplets of water, fall from her eyes deep into soil paws sunk, scents of wild drift up to pause at the water’s edge, statues gazing at you, the wildfire searing our weaver’s bones
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 