more.

I sea waves of light,
it looks like detergent flowing over linoleum when your cheek is pressed to the floor.
I
see c/a/s/c/a/d/i/n/g f\o\u\n\t\a\i\n\s\ of color,

it looks like the palace of Versailles, burning behind the curtain of my eyelids

I see garbage bags full of leaves,
slumping in their autumnal thrones, surveying lost kingdoms one last time.

I
see the arborvitaes, rapt like soldiers soldiers soldiers,
guarding the verdant sprawls and rolls of the Joneses back yard.

I see the pavement, cracked and holding
Back the earth’s final cataclysmic stretch outwards towards the stars.