(for a fellow traveler)
Because
You are my goodness
I grieve at your going
Chasing light with latitude
And longing for
Green,
Bright bird,
And sweet sea sound
I remain
Stranded
Surrounded
By larval
Sluggish
Seconds
Perhaps,
In the groves of midnight decay,
I will find
A wide-eyed lemur
Too
This article appears in Queasy Eats.