‘ceremony at dawn’ (Patreon)

the chorus of cicadas

the emerald insect corpse

the gaping flora

and yearning vines

climbing towards light

/

a slender, dark-

haired girl — burning

mugwort on the porch

/

she lays down

on robins-egg-blue

wood; warming womb

with herbs

/

listening

listening

/

wide sky

narrow canal

unseen

angels

/

luminescent

whispering:

“root

to rise

we become,”