Whisper of the leaves <br />From knotty, knotty trees <br />With knees over knuckles <br />Under mounds and towns <br />Of anty fire ants <br />Propping up briars <br />Cresting up crumbly <br />From hills upon trees <br />Kneading fence posts. <br />Those round about ghosts <br />Seen from hills way above <br />Mist valleys way below. <br />Whispers of leaves whose <br />Tic tac grieves curtain <br />And repel glances, lances <br />Of a setting town at sunrise. <br />Anty fire mounds, <br />Around, about, down, <br />Down a riverless state <br />Of no, no risen night.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-ants-gonna-gitcha/
