look at them,

so cavalier, drinking

future-liquor in a future-

2079

The sky outside is an awful dusty grey-red color.

Outside the glass dome of the city, you can see toxic clouds clutter the dirty colored sky. 

Inside though can be described in one word – vibrant.

Between her slender fingers she pivots the earth

Amused by how the blues and greens twirl

We let the motion power us

Letting it rock us and push us, haunt us and slow us.

Our lives are dictated by her constant motion.

It’s my last day with the old giants

In mourning I hike the lost trails,

sniffing the aroma of the bark,

that cinnamon of the forest

Under tepees of wood

in a membrane of shadows,

I stalk the earth, its mammal traces,