Fools

Fools

 

 

 

 

 

melting cicadas

into a swirling sun

of deportation

 

the signs of early emptiness

nature grabs its recess

we stomp in the playground

 

noise, romping children we are

disintegrating into rabid concern

away from the crowd dispersing

 

away,

interrogation

questions in a deafening spring

 

and then just a park

of nothing

rusted see-saws, broken armadas of benches

 

it's all a scene, delirious

laughing grasses bend in delight

the humans are gone

 

the cicadas

reappear

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/5/22

Reviews

[lightsong]

It is the humans who destroy everything. we spend the time in complaining without creating, until it's too late and we recognize what we lost. I do believe in the some of us who still keep and protect the essence of beauty, light, love, originality, kindness... alive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really appreciate your reply, lightsong,
thank you,
j.