Absurd

She creates and destroys
in the same breath,
a cardboard figure
molding clay with her tongue
and her thick thighs.

She hums a storm down on your head.

[da, da, da, da.]

The clouds—silk
cutout shapes—
bend and stretch
against the sky.
There is no hardness
anymore.

[da    da    da    da]

The dandelions are
fragile to the touch,
a single breath blows
their puffs away.
She gathers them in her arms
and tries to turn them yellow again.

[da
        da
                da
                        da]

The war begins and ends
with a minute of radio silence.
Days fall like yellow weeds.
In this endless wind
even the stones are only
silhouettes.

But she can bend them with her fists.

[da
da
da
da.]