a bag full of crickets

chirping.
screaming from the hole here.
i am a bale among the hay.

time to bury friends,
to injure past acquaintances.
i am a stone among the graves.

and we've got time to water down the burning house and save
this little boy. i am no longer brave.

dancing.
a candle flame igniting.
she is my aperitif.

sadly,
it's never as exciting.
we are margaret underneath.

(all i see is burning)

we are charlie brown.
we are quite full of sweet and sour.
i am a hole upon the green.

we are puget sound.
we are a dandelion choir.
i am a fragment of the scene.