In the Future

there will be no homes
outside the body

our work
will be inside ourselves

transparent
and green

searching for
squares

of light in tangled
branches

the grime
will be our feet

when we walk
the leaves

our fathers
meant

to leave

 

(originally published in CircleShow, Summer 2017)

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