Beneath a Huckleberry Sky

Writer's Cramp Entry

Beneath A Huckleberry Sky

There is smallness on the inside…
Where the walls dangle from the ceiling
And the Spirit ebbs low
Malodorous and fusty.

Through the dead eye of a window,
A phantom of a stone-colored soul,
A smaragdine panorama reflects from outside
Unending and eternal.

A verdant world unapproachable
Pulling my mind outward...
Through the Looking Glass
Into the fields of diamond green.

Dancing around trees of butternut
Beneath a huckleberry sky
Dripping the seconds unimagined
Outside…
         Outside…
                   Outside…