dancing trees
the wind’s in a capricious mood today
writing in fluid script
with sharpened branches,
ink black against the grey sky

the message reads itself

letters legible
against the light of a sky
illuminating the thin calligraphy
of the wind
like an algorithm
flickering on a computer screen

the program writes itself

and the i observing
how letters are spun
out of branches
sharp like pencil tips

feels thin
elongated

a simple serife
tailing from the edge
of a letter.
i, a transitional typeface,
spelling the rational spirit
of enlightenment.