it’s still bright outside

it’s still bright outside
and we’re still not leaving
we’re leaning on the earth
with one ear to the ground
and another to the Gleaming
scattered in circles
head to toe like crazy
mistaking light bulbs for fireflies
traffic noise for lullabies
all the while singing:
the horizon’s not dead
it’s only dreaming of
lights on a string and
our word’s got a certain ring to it
that carries as far as the morning

it’s still bright outside

sommer ist
wenn trockenes gras
unter den füßen knistert