"a low tune of ominous rolling thunder in the background, a few trickles of sweat bead on her forehead as the heat warps her sense of sight. her hands full of soil and her lungs full of yellow pollen. cardinal nests and chickadee feeders swing above her head in a welcomed threat. the horizon carrying streaks of lightning, a weaved basket of treelimbs full of mustard lilies. The sky fun house mirroring, mistaken oil strokes."
