Friday, July 1, 2022


High above 
those of us 

still brave enough 
for evening walking, 

tree frogs 
in huge tulip poplars 

their elegies—

for those who forget 
to be kind 
and move fast 

when the world 
proffers torpor, 
humidity, and ease;

and for those of us
left to count 
all that it's costing

in the dank hope 
that life 

will not always be 
this exhausting.