10:02 pm in august
walking circles in the yard
the dog won’t pee
& between the voice upstairs
chicada speak
& the smell of burning plastic
the earth, it’s vibrance,
and the vibration of every living thing
becomes clear
these blades of grass never knew streetlight for
they were born pure
& the fly never knew the drain, rain never came from a faucet above
fear no mortal pain
for there is no cause of death that haunts us
you can feel them all a thousand years from now when only nothingness persists in the seeds of men
& the blades of grass laugh
not weep
streetlights weep