Will there still be cicadas?

do not try

do not go back

or gather stones

or take up slack

not to remember

when

dropping pebbles into gutters

is all the wrong was dealt.

To think on it

I hang out your window,

and when the long shadows have reached the shore,

find myself exploring paths traced with only a gaze,

that direction opposite one's feet.

It may go on like this.
Adventures robbed with

No explanations to questions never asked,

anything to halt that sinking.

August finds me a mermaid, 

surviving

on cicadas and sunlight.
on cicadas and sunlight.