When Fools Dispute

A trickle of dawn insinuated itself Through the crevices of black satiation. The elderly trees coughed, lightly, hurriedly, In remonstrance against the invasion. Lean with a virginal poison, The grass-blades shook, immune to light and time. A bird lost in a tree Shrilly flirted with its energy.... One fool, in the garden, spoke to another.