so full of moon

oh June,
under the stars
so full of moon,
the steady nighttime tune
of a whispering wind
sampling a taste,
keeping it real,
all pansies and lace.

like a water soaked log

factory by factory,
strip mall by strip mall,
the crumbling begins
from heartless border wall to wall:
a gasp for breath;
a sea level rise.
the richest people
in happy disguise
on their mountaintop summit
sitting down for a drink:
they toast to success
and defy you to think.
the migrants still crossing
scorching deserts at night,
no freshwater sipping,
no horizon in sight.
the coastal cities
submerged in a fog,
buried under the oceans
like a water soaked log.