I saw them standing there through the wincing view o’ my windshield, in silence like a million angry spouses expecting explanations. Their white fronds were pale under the cloudy sky.

For now a’least.

Sweat crawled down my chin as I carefully steered my car through the patch so as to avoid touching a single 1 o’ them.

My hands began to shake as I saw the world brighten & felt the warmth grow on my face.

The clouds parted… the sun emerged.

& like a million Armos, they awoke, their leafy arms slowly bending to life.

They all turned their bulbous heads to me.

Their roots scratched into the turf as they trudged toward me.

The circle closes…


Daisy, dashboard, sun