reels and unreal
Teenage kids going
through the kitchen like locusts;
one more risky trip.
These are the still days, their terrible, wonderful peace,
Listening to Janis Ian
Stars they come and go as we humans also do, and viruses too.
Empty roads and skies up to their eyes in silence,
whistle up a tart an explosion of lanterns
egg and soldiers. sway, every word.
idea of earth a wet blow against our walls
haunting of an eye
a year growing legs salt plaited into a tree