four am thunder
and thoughts:
fear.
strong glass/soft water.
electronic impasse.
no memorializing
mother nature’s fury
while early morning media
tows the line.

five am thoughts
of thunder
and the battle that has come.
scrimmages between
mohawk boy and me
about the mohawk

dropping seeds:
isn’t it interesting?
everyday i direct you
to comb your mohawk
but it isn’t until
impending visit
of masculine parent
that you get upset
with my threat
to cut it off
if you don’t take care
of it