behold tall bold river grass
as it sways in a westerly morning
breakfast breeze
moving with overhead cloud
before its flexible backbone
returns to o’clock
while biscuit coloured foxtail plumes
brush the cool dry air
in feather duster tickles
as the whole cycle repeats
like a stuck stylus when i recall
our own species
how we can bend with
wind change to bounce back
after a battering
while some sadly break
to become crushed by
all that’s belligerent
not all are resilient
not all can go with the flow
for even in a lakeside show
casualties of cruelty
inflicted by fickle ways of nature
lie bruised and bleeding