Eucalyptus and Wise Cleopatra

Enamel owls sense my discomfort.

Removed from the day’s phantom,

that gooey greenness of life

waxes me to a figurine.

Stones cover dirt, but don’t understand control.

Ice splits the earth, but only freezes the soul.

I know where the soul sits

but will not share.

I buzz like a bright bee shaking pollen from its back like glitter.