frozen strands of wind
reflect in the purple lava waves of the lake
a bold blue,
red shoulders on flapping black wings
sear the air that holds the floating river above,
what grand tweeting amongst beige amphibians,
variable calls of sun-derstanding
Namaste-inside the bipedal observer once thought
imbued by calls and croaks, light feet and new thought
like the rain dropping when there are no clouds