Trees dress in onyx & glow-worms.
Beauty devours with or without the lamp on—
Nightjars eat silk moths & mosquitoes.
Over the rail of the deck
Two raccoons sniff out rotted apple cores.
Pale stalks of field grass go away from the forest,
A kind of flame.
A gravel road beat down to dust,
So unlike ash, though, bodies
Capable of both. No more shooting stars. Only rock
Doomed for this world.
One less night to memorize the sky, dim anthologies—
Darkness called darkness