we lost much
seasons
butterflies
fireflies
compassion
oranges that looked
like them
but
tasted of pesticides
we lost much
self respect
self compassion
human lives
children
i am looking for all
these and more
under leaves
beneath the shades of trees
i feel too much
yes i do
i embrace my toomuchfeeling
i want you to that too
it frees the chest of
gasps held back
walls and chairs
don’t support grief
as well as trees
or the ground
the glass blades
tickling the feet
leaving ways underneath
imprinted ways to
my secrets
cities gasp for air
and air escapes cities
hovers and with sadness leaves
i wonder though
if we lose so much
so often
how will we find
the strength to bury
each other
thoughts decay
like clothes drying
randomly on the clothesline
bodies move in
automated mornings
and desolate nights
we wait without hours
