Television in Milan

the peaches droop low at the entrance of my garden
this summer has tasted like serpentine
my mind — stuck on the edges of August

cicadas are especially loud this time of year
and i don’t mind listening to them chatter
they seem to have a lot to say after a whole winter of silence

as i prepare myself for the winter blues — much like the insects,
full moons follow closely behind me

burnt orange trees surround me
rivers are still rising
earth is spinning faster
and here i am still writing

with pearls in my bathtub and pearls in my hair
pacific coast drowning pollution in the air

i’ve made peace with the planets
under my trees full of pears
never fearing to love you
i love you, my dear

light years away, earth fits right in my pocket

we need more love
and less warfare
we need more love
and less warfare

the rich are getting richer
the people are still dying
evil seems to love
when people aren’t surviving

more love
less warfare
so baby, hug me tighter
love me a little longer

kiss the earth that birthed you
the moon is slowly falling