by Robert L. Ferrier18 Sep 2014
A specter rising from winter grass
bald twisted limbs like bleached
antlers of something buried
leafless extended tines
breathing Jaguar fumes
instead of spume and spray
of Malibu’s sunlit cliffs.
Yet striving to gain a glance
from faces of fourth-floor bankers
entranced by the bent curved trunk
splayed like ground-to-air lightning.