Aneesh Sathe

We've been around since dawn And our day is yet long We were lucky To have Orcas In the afternoon Before our huts Of fire, steel, and stone This Earth strode alone Palaces Of light, blood, and bone Ever changing, yet ever same Characters with shared masks But a different name At the tips of pyramids, The giants dance. Even as we steal the bricks, For a second Of prosperity's glance Our murderers are microscopic, They train their harpoon. We were lucky To have Orcas In the afternoon

I carry, The world’s sounds with me. A cat’s satisfied purr, On a hot day the fan’s whirr

She is the hot-headed matchstick And I the rough red side Of a matchbox. Forever we tease each other About how with the Littlest effort a flame We could make. But content with this knowledge, We sit as friends side by side Laughing And Jeering at the world For it is ours to light up And ours to burn.

Blades of grass With redwood dreams Compost feasts And sunlight creams Dedicated stem And a piece of the sky An apical bud to reach ever high No more dainty flowers No more depressed clones Only the best of xylem For her darling cones