Ext.  Polly's Freedom

They say landscape is another form
of character          reaching into leaves
she found a wasps' nest     metaphorically
beautiful     licked together by a thousand
thousand wasp tongues     an orchestra
if Polly didn't know any better she'd
swear the landscape breathed

wild orange sliver of moon and
its impeccable shadow
dark side     breathe this too
nothing more romantic than moonlight
get her into a mood of sorts
continue East and she hits water
again          long enough and the
wasp hive          how do we
even touch it            we don't           some
kinds of beauty
you just have to trust

Polly reaches for blackberries
risking the sting     only because
now she knows it is there