becoming weighted
ten minutes at a time
emerald grass dying
i'm locked in sunshine
there dying leaves were
the most majestic, and
once they've had their say
they'll die together
an hour of warm smoke
and then we'll spray the ash
an old garden hose
makes embers breathless
no one remembers
the fugitives they were
while she was weakest,
they left their mother
in that other realm
flew like the sparrows they'd
transpired to be
lost in the treetops
singing in the face
of the weight that the
earth tries to assign us
lost in the treetops
but i'll run a wet comb
through my hair
and try to forget i
was ever there