Cicada Days

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize

With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies

Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast

Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts

Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain't gonna change a thing

She said "take care," but I take more than I bring.

She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much