Light (with Tania P)

Perhaps light is the opposite of entropy, travelling at a speed hummingbirds match in nectared dreams of planets without kestrels.

And maybe as this thin purple visitor pushes its way into the darkness it streaks right to left before disappearing; traveling toward some unreachable point well past the Milky Way after emptying the menace of our minds onto the still wet grass – after brightening fallen fruit and illuminating the rotting boards behind the barn.