Insistence

I comb with needles of words

I float out with the breath of morning

Coffee

I sit up high on Empire State Building

Legs dangling

High heel pointed

Like a dagger

At passing

Ants

Freeing the wind as its tail is sunk

In mudgrass and I run,

Shoes disappearing as the

Earth turns

Square

This is before trees fall upon pages

And mute the birds

But the ground was never rooted

And the sky could

fall down