Future of Children
What have we become
grand capitalists of greed
destroying oceans
What have we become
grand capitalists of greed
destroying oceans
Shapeshifters soar through
the thinning veil of autumn
Make sure you say ‘hi”
Breakfasting sparrows
scatter like shattering glass
at the cat’s approach
Crow on a red light
silhouetted in cloud glow
like a stone gargoyle
Vibrant leaves falling
portend popsicle toes of
winter’s chill advance
Santa Ana winds
roar through sleepy locked-down towns
lions of autumn
Women in power
thanks to badass warriors
include red ingrates
Litter of blue masks
dropped like dying autumn leaves
blowing in the wind
Fall’s sun-eating gloom
darkens Saturday’s playground
lazying our bones
Twisting out of it
when it traps like human hands
that won’t feel a thing