Pecan Groves and Black Holes


pecan groves in Milledgeville
parallel, pointing northeast
to the naked eye
twisting towards the sun
stuck
changing
as planned

and then there are the black holes
sprawling and sucking life
through themselves
dirt and debris
shifting one way
the wrong way, 
spontaneously
they become less and less
than they ever were
twilled

meanwhile 
back in the pecan groves
shadows spelled arabesque
the plasmic sun 
twisting 
becoming
self-induced
nova

By The  Boy Poets