Apology, from the Recently Germinated

I understand

your concern,

I grow slowly

(seemingly

without direction)

and meekly,

despite the lovely,

water-dark soil in

which I live so deeply,

but while I'm

small and you

might not hear me

(or me, you)

from ninety-three

million miles and

an atmosphere away

(and all these crickets

buzzing brazenly

absent you each night)

I wouldn't be greener

or reach so high

for any other ray

of sunlight.

News

The terse horseshoe trottings

on stubble-pocked pavement

were the first sign

of company.

I peered

slowly

through a

daylight-whitened

curtain.

Thinly clothed and

Between two front-facing windows,

I'd hid all night from

the truth

that wouldn't let

me stay.

Turns out it didn't need

to arrive under the

cover of darkness

after all.