memorial

The night sky glows

from the glare of this human ant pile,

the scurry worry flurry

of movement with no purpose;

this fear of silence,

this dread of drowning in solitude.

Even the moon is afraid of stardust,

that it might illuminate her perceived imperfections.

For days in a row, she feigned a peaceful sleep of acceptance

only to swallow her tears, her quiet heaving breaths

in the summery song of crickets

rubbing their legs together

in a semblance of warmth,

of emotion.

evening in the city park

i.

The nocturnal cacophony

hollows her cheeks

and glistens her eyes.

ii.

The hare gathers his courage,

lopes across the dark pavement

in search of drier pastures.

iii.

The pines remain stalwart

through the dense and dampened air,

preparing for the coming storm.

iv.

The stars do not shine where

humans choose to tread, instead

spilling grace on deserts and fields.

v.

She lays under the thick of night

in her own acidic solution,

wanting to  be overexposed.

vi.

Her mental box of limitations

opens at twilight

and scatters her to the wind.