Lantana by Timothy
Timothy
I ride the morning thermals, silver rivers in the sky, My shadow skims the valleys where the quiet ridgelines lie. But where my tower once stood tall above the canyon floor, A stump bleeds rings of memory—two hundred years or more.
He held my nest through winter storms, through lightning, wind, and rain, A pillar…
We hang from vines since break of day, A thousand tails that swing and sway, We shout, “Stay close, the troop is strong!” The branch is packed, the line is long. Since every voice repeats the same, Then surely that must prove our claim… “Big crowd means safety every time!” The jungle echoes with our…
Oh Blessed Ram, we gather near the hillside wind, Humble watchers of the path you chose. You stood upon the stone above the valley Where cold water once ran clear. Your horns crowned the morning sun, Your breath rising in the quiet air— A simple life of grass and sky, A shepherd of your…
“Jungle Bird Surprise” by Timothy Bradbury
Once upon this Planet, you shined so void of shame, Painted up your little world, called excess harmless game, Built towers out of wanting, crowned your waste as grand design, While I was weaving purpose through each filament of time.
How does it feel— To attract what you reveal? To construct a gleaming cage, Out…