slumbered earthen white truck beneath
claws itself awake, clears its’ throat.
unexpected growl. startled all
feathers leap into elliptic waves all
in less space than one random thought.
become a broken road round river
oddly enough, fifty-three return.
one is white.
prompt: write a poem about something that takes place in a near instant (say five seconds or less), and keep your observations attentively direct without consideration toward meanings.
and oddly, birds on my mind. so this.