by Christa Fairbrother
To grow up
in an A-frame
is a primary ungrounding lesson
sharp for shedding
what collects into heaps
outside of the structure’s edges
hillside peekaboo views
supported on long stilts
a shaky foundation for earthquakes
redwood, pecky cedar
lulled to fitful sleep
by wood-boring bee concerts
pupate, grow wings
launch, fly away past
the scent of rattlesnake grass
on hot winds
portents of the rage
that burns down the remains.
Photo by Joel & Jasmin Førestbird on Unsplash

Gorgeous piece, thank you. I especially love the sonic quality of this poem.
Sue Ann – Thanks for reading and I appreciate your kind words.