My thoughts resign
at the cricket’s chirp
under branches drowned
in nighttime browns

where small legs slide
over wings rickety
like drying grass or
crunchy in memories

run dry as speckles left
on opened windows
after rich rain lifts
those reluctant leaves

spread thinly over
layers of glass eyes rolled
down dusty roads pinning
rainbows in puddles of rocks

or imagination forgets
time when thoughts drift
loosely if given all
space for expansion


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