cranberry seed

 
A biker in lavender rain
Conflates the crate
That comes to rest on the rack.
Dithering, but emboldened
By the existential oil stain,
Craves its antithesis
Within the sense to conserve.
A ladder to the bottom of a lake
Covered over, transitory,
A river wending,
Remembering the town
Housed therein.
Pictures on drowned canyon walls,
The same idea as graffiti
By the dirt path?
All just insects,
Lint really,
A single cranberry seed
Suspended among
Written words.