I read in the news
That fireflies are diminishing.
On the banks of the Mekhong River
You can barely catch a glimpse of their stars anymore,
Swimming through the breathing night.
There are now so many artificial lights that
They can no longer find each other
And sail onward, signaling frantically.
A hundred ships passing,
Lost in the glare.
Sometimes I just don't bother with putting on lipstick
Before leaving the house these days.
c. 6/3/10
