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.