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Chalk Tornado
From Orion is the Big Dipper and Little Dipper a funnel?
Tucked away in the corner of the mural of everyday a chalk tornado looks to jump into the space of a tick and a tock.
Earth hidden by the curtain that is the Milky Way is but a thread covering us from the heavens on the far side.
Hunting Orion tightens his January belt spying the expanse for the Big Dipper before dawn.
Frozen dew underfoot on a five mile hike in the shadow of a mountain cushions a crunchy pace less silent.
Shoe prints stamp a wintry path into a new day.
How much more must the heavens glisten than first light on frozen dew.
No zig, no zag in the time that is right now, Mister twister yearns to be real.
Melted clods of earth clay smell of pottery mud.
(From Orion is the Big Dipper a line?)
In the chalky vapor named today the mural remains still.
Marked by the setting sun is the day done, envious is the tornado unmoved.
