Soft Opening #1

Given the ghost of a chance,
 love's striations--
      too readily at the same rich vein--
collapse beneath the heft of pointless things.


It all goes quietly as the
crowd mills about.  No one can hear
even though there are so many
people there. 


There is a junction--as if--where love,
like the world-- doesn't end.
A grasshopper has thin armor
and a smashed wing is everything.


The blight has taken over the forest canopy.
Still, squirrels make the perilous jump
from tree
to desolate tree.