do I stay green

in the autumn wind
katydid

felled on migration

the clouds in his eyes

on an empty snail shell
the autumn ahead

held by a swallowtail
with tattered wings

monarch butterfly

finding each other
without mouths

aficionado
of clouds

I forget where I am

a whiff
of the river

the live stream
lonesome hollow

in the road
teach me your kung fu

millipede on the green
bathroom wall
waves passing through
its carpet of feet