the ground bleeds with each gust of wind
bullet holes appear on the mulch
on the pavers
tempted to leave the festering wounds
since they will fade to pink
and later onion-skin transparent and brittle
in this dry weather
violent eruptions of color
pocket universes
alternate dimensions seeping
oozing into my own
moveable wounds (20200130)
Words and Feathers 
Surreal and brilliant. Wounding Mother Earth only serves our own destruction. Your talent knows no bound. ❤️
You a too kind and generous to a fault with your praise. Don’t stop!
Never enough! More! More!! More!!!