The breath of the world lifting her environs
to travel , a mother releasing her child to
take it's inaugural steps , dandelion , pine ,
silver maple inner-programmed to dominate the
earth , webbing collected in dying estates , contrails
on the wind as the windmills quicken their pace , this pheromone that programs the day , seasoned air controlling our whims , fledgeling sparrows on precarious limbs* ...