The ladybird disappears under a pile of leaves
Silence magnifies its footsteps
I trail the beetle’s escape
Down to the handmade jetty at the pond
Where the water-weed swirl like soba noodles

Memories of your red shoes
Burn like a dying star
I hit the blunt
And speed into the intergalactic overdrive
To count the seeds of your sadness

In this balmy summer evening
Between heliosis and anhedonia
Life appears to be too human
Where lovers are fossils of a defunct movement
Still hoping for an unlikely reprise

Featured artwork: Nordic Summer Evening, c. 1889 by Richard Bergh


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