napowrimo day 24

by larapayne


ten feet above the river
hundreds of tiny fish
some still alive by the path

one night, a field, all fireflies
and an unknown animal
huffing a fierce sound

turkey vultures pass
over the moon slowly melting
into the sky

that day the bees swarmed
as I ran, through a green wood
found every tender place

the acorns piled, circular perfection
between the sidewalk
and the wire fence

blue fish and purple surround
I go diving after a turtle
the underwater echo of grass

the fox visited each day
tail a red scrub, ears dark tipped
the pine needles dense, uncountable

I contain all of this,
yet none of it shows