Catkin
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The catkins knap-sack slap
cracks and whips and buoys crisply against the dry wood bone finger of tree. Lolling exposed, purposefully window framed, and ready. With come-here cajole, it whispers and scrapes, lulling and hustling and whoring its new seed. Ready to drop, to its knees, and to begin again, underneath. To bed below and find damp natural womb To grow complete and complete its natural, complete circle. And to whither when its catkin kin Climb and crisply buoy, upon its own parents shoulder to crack and whip and slap themselves. Grown to whore and come of age and ready To begin again, themselves, underneath. Limited Edition of 33 Signed and Numbered on Reverse 19 x 35.5cm Printed with Genuine Epson UltraChrome Pigment ink on 100% cotton, pH neutral 310g Canson Infinity Rag Photographique Paper to achieve Museum grade Archive Quality prints. 
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