It’s an outside
morning inside a month

known for its dust jacket
horizons so

I go
for a fork-spoon-esque walk

a butterfly lands on my head
says I’m sad

a moth lands on my toes
says Welp

this proceeds
stop-start for many many seasons

the moth finally has the courage to
learn banjo and

perform for big-small crowds
the butterfly

invents temporary
gravel that can be used for time

travel problem is
everyone is too sleepy to give it a try