I’m going to havean indoor plant sale.Since 2011, the atriumand attached mini-greenhouse have guar-anteed that no house-plant will ever die.Not only that, each sproutand leaf has multipliedinto a Michigan jungleof jade, succulents,spider plants, ferns — plus grapefruit and avocado trees! They thrive in ourcare, but fly they must,fledged from their home.

I’mwriting you this tear-shapedpoem to show that I’m crying about the oldEnbridge oil pipeline 5 that runs under The Straits of Mackinac, that pumps black death through fresh water, sepa-rated from catastrophe by grace. Enbridge’s take?Build a harbinger on bottom of lake.

Late night talk show hostsmake jokes, let masses ventat each day’s madness.But their cruel slightson POTUS unveiled uglinessthat even Colbert & Stewart,the best of the best,are corporate overlord-paidhacks.(a sad day in USA)

So many thoughts cavort,yet this morning few wishto volunteer to tumble outline up in any orderly fashionfrom realm of pinballsand distraction.As usual, I use nature as bait.Look! The sulfur cosmosis in full bloom!Now wait. They line up onto the blank slate.