by morning ash

By Morning Ash

with a crack! and snap !

    they launch into flight.

“fire sperm of sort”… roy says

    “with tail in trail.”

carried towards constellation…

   lifted in moonlight.

and there  is significance here

   yet

something far too simple

    for my complex ideas

         to wrap around.

suddenly  it emerges…
 it is life.

 yes,  there is vitality.

it started small…

   and grew…

   it began to propagate…

     attempt reproduction.

     it aged…

        became a steadier warmth

           an experienced glow.
then

     by morning...
           ash

~csr