The Thinnest Layers

The oak leaves have all fallen. The green grass
is hidden under a carpet of brown, the bright green
hidden under brown.

Like the luna caterpillar whose pale jade wings
are crumpled inside the chrysalis
or the sky behind clouds. They crack and crackle
underfoot. I glimpse green underfoot, blue
overhead.

In your crumpled face
I glimpse unfurling radiance.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside