Place holder

morning smells like a burning hymnal now that it’s afternoon

like a vast excavation by archaeologists of the present

a blend of fresh earth and mildew ozone and the blood of cut roots

if i were a dancer i would know what to do

with this wild scent turning into end-of-summer heat

as it is there are sun-drunk leaves insects and vagrant warblers

and they seem to have things under control

while i sit and try to be a better place holder