bee
She embraces the scarlet stigma
To hold and bestow
Surface transport
They convene
Gathering her legs beneath her, she flies upstage
April
She lives in her material
“Think
of our life in nature,—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it,—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?”
(Thoreau, “Ktaadn”)
Air strider
