Some Dark Trees
For Frankie Jay
Now that you have sound
open your radiant lungs
to the moon.
Bees rise from your chest
and become the color of light.
The lemon branches turn butterflies
and the ants fulfill their destiny
to become the coldness of the sun.
Life will be hard.
Sometimes you will be humiliated
by elephants with bleached foreheads.
Because you are discolored by the moon.
Because your brilliant shadow covers your flesh.
You watch our theatrical faces.
I long for their fondness. Their kindness.
They belong to everyone.
I understand their hard beauty.
The wounds that become them are
like wind or earthquakes.
I have already seen this in you –
that you will outlive mosquitoes.