VELOCITY

Tremulous leaves quiver
but barmy birds eye
pistachios, fooled
by the flying V disciple’s
green skin peeping out
curling red pants of shell.
Crutch free at last
he climbs sunward,
higher than any other
for a glorious hour
of ecstasy,
whooping hubris
before seeping sap loss,
Icarus molting,
plummeting boughs.
A Helios thrill killing.
Winking navel
above the fork
must heft life up,
out, of the maelstrom.