Chronoscope 186: The wind pulses the trees

The wind pulse trees
like a wing thrash and cry
raven frenzy.

Those clouds are not
for storms but heat.

The grass brown as guilt
needs more than just drizzle
needs more than just a downpour.

A threat:

in the country: a slowing freight train
flint sparks the easement overgrowth:

blunt insane as love the fire burns
around iron, around barbed wire
around telephone poles

looking for another harbor
of oxygen tucked inside the wood.