math/at shut of day in 9 colors

 

(i)

she’s

tricycling along

the-rim-of-the-known-world when an 

Orange-eyed-toad stops to chat . . .

3-in-1 —

 

divinity resides in a tetrahedron — don’t you think?

 

                       or a 13-gon?

 

 

(ii)

[nightjars 

lay 1- or-

2 cryptically patterned 

eggs 

 

directly onto bare ground]

 

ta-

trot/trot/ta-trot to-

field-center — circling to-mark-

a-spot for treasure/box-of-

gaudy-paste.

 

salty-air — a-trace of oil-wells-&-Iodine-waves 

— but nightjars?

 

 [in some other world . . .

small

feet of-little-use

for walking — long

pointed wings/plumage colored to-

resemble-Bark-or-

Leaves.]

 

(iii)

at spooky distance now:

 

a 6-year-old cowgirl — 6-shooters/

Mercurochromed thumb/plastic-

fringed skirt/Turquoise 

ankle-boots — 

moving-

 

fast —

commandeers a-field-of cheatgrass/Mustard/thistle . . .

 

[nightjars/+

1 girl/+

an Orange-eyed-toad

spilling-onto-bare-ground:

Mercury 

now-gone-retrograde/Roan-Blue.]

 

Mercurochromed sea-edge — rustle/coo — shhhhh.