On a distant planet
She imagines trees that reach the moon
And fronds of light swaying in pelagic waves
Honeycombed foxholes
Where whiskered creatures
Speak in clicks and whistles
Yet sing
With the haunting bellow of orcas
On a distant planet
She imagines trees that reach the moon
And fronds of light swaying in pelagic waves
Honeycombed foxholes
Where whiskered creatures
Speak in clicks and whistles
Yet sing
With the haunting bellow of orcas