The Wick is Lit

constructive deurbanization

I want to life up cities and let the grass perk back up,

let the dew dance on the fingertips of its old friends

and leave water spots on the tips that touch in the breeze.

I want to let the mounds in the ground grow natural,

let the arms spread and the toes curl around whatever.

I want to see the seeds of trees from takeoff to landing.

Let’s deconstruct the world—do you know how?

I’ll pack the snacks and when we finish we’ll have a picnic—

throw the rubble in our knapsack

and go back to where we came from.