I’ll say this until I can’t speak
the trees are crying leaves
nightly the frogs creak
I’ll say I miss the way it used to be
mosquitos kissed my feet, smog sung to me sweetly
the sun barred its bright teeth
For now I’ll be in my front lawn
weeding clovers again,
and reuniting the soil with friends from last spring,
where I'll wait for luck to find me
or watching foxes chase rabbits into headlights
staring into their ultimate demise:
uncertainty
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
I’ll say this until I can’t speak
the trees are crying leaves
nightly the frogs creak
I’ll say I miss the way it used to be
mosquitos kissed my feet, smog sung to me sweetly
the sun barred its bright teeth
For now I’ll be in my front lawn
weeding clovers again,
and reuniting the soil with friends from last spring,
where I'll wait for luck to find me
or watching foxes chase rabbits into headlights
staring into their ultimate demise:
uncertainty