Stanley Pelter

foetal grains

arc of sun
over fulsome wheat fields
wave after seed wave

food grains explode into air that pulsates with summer combinations. spreads far. spreads wide. sudden wind makes louder noises more often than tv prediction.

Inside foetal sacs babies ferment. Expunged, they appear secure in their wildness but sounds are piteous. Those that are helpless become more helpless.

pictures tell stories (they say). so (they say) do words. if honey is a mainstay of love who cares about noises fermenting inside foetal sacs? who? you? tell me that!

twitch of a firefly
in expansive mists
only sound lingers