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