a pea in a pod

little wrinkled, little mis
shapen. still, green like spring.

today's weather calls for more
take an umbrella and a storm shelter
batten all hatchlings, secure all professions.

this silliness expands and contracts
forms nano connections, like time
through a player piano. the cat looks
up in terror at what she's done

then walks away, meaning as if.
five more styles wave from the catwalk
but  the pod stays classic, hiding
any differences behind a thin strip
waiting to be unzips.