hanging on a tree
the cicada
the cicada left behind
I want to believe
that this empty nest
means they're flying
a million words
and he can't find
three..
new moon
already
broken
you are
the only window
I can't see through
the shell of a cicada
buzzing
in my hand
the whole world
is a temple
all you have to do
is go outside
and ring the bell
grasshopper
holds me in my hand
until I fly away
grasshoppers
growing in the dirt
irises
with purple wings
flying in the garden
I tell her
to go fetch sunday
(saturday is such a good dog)
new moon
empty oyster
sky
tattered scarecrow
in a wheelchair
no one left to chase off
a field of dandelions
blowing me
away