Cyclone system,
you star in a film —

disturbing
elements excite

a false rapport
in various substances:

shadows shrivel
in the park,

metal turns to ice,
and plastic bags to birds.

With hook and eye
unhooked,

a shutter knocks
against my thoughts —

to punctuate
and interrupt.

With a rush
of wings

a dark-green shade
descends;

and then it goes
away again.