I wandered deep into the only living forest to find this —a narrow rusty box

that, in the glare of the sun,

revealed a

List of Friends

a scroll of photos

hearts and smiles

Are these my earthly ancestors?

my nubile antecedents who

Talked of space travel

and equated Hell with Planet Venus

(a heart frozen over)

I wonder if they’ll like it here:

my own dwarf planet, where I can

fly with diaphanous wings

That fold into origami fins and scales

that let me dive into my

oceanic haven.

alternating between flight

And

Blue Fury

i

Yearn for

Moss

Autumn

The chorus of trees

The flurry of bees

I want to know if those

Strange creatures called

Birds

are indeed

the great great grandparents of my

Pterodactyl