pupae

I, larva
in wingless flight
clatter through the vacant lots
of this civilization .
stretch my form in
ache of metamorphosis.
these hoarfroast trees
mock my attempts
and cascade in the hardened sky
like icicles.
the streets stretch with barriers
of horizons and lead me
in u turns and empty ditches

I,
span
across my youth like a
motionless gesture