Spilled Fruit Carriages Along Jaws Etched In Mascara Poem by Olivia Ferreira

Trees trace so
As ants in an anthill.
Just kids,
We swung buckets of choke cherries from our wrists.
The trees are passer-by’s;
Pedestrians.
Mercurial
Damp light filtering through
Flat orange moons
Against the velvet navy-blue sky.

The ongoing catastrophic files put away;
Bruised throughout.
While outside
A refrigerator floats silently against darkness
Soft amid sharp stars.
With all the ants to carry the world.