Anthropocene

spring morning --

butterflies ignore

the pale lotus

missing frog songs . . .

the river skinned with

mud cracks

topographic map—

hillocks buried under

skyscrapers

eclipses

now and then—

thick smoke

lost into emptiness . . .

the silence

of vanished glaciers

everything brown—

consulting Wikipedia

for the meaning of green

sinking deeper

into the well…

my lost lifeline

Drifting Sands Haibun, Issue 15, May 2022 (Ed. Richard Grahn)

https://drifting-sands-haibun.org/5/2022/anthropocene/