On Eco-Revolutionary Optimism

Photo by Aidan Harper Smith

The sun floats down a half inch. We are in love, on a walk.
As we cross the parking lot for unlucky students, you ask me
what my ideal world would look like if the good guys won. 
We arrive at its scale model: soil, wet by sky, trees, great oaks 
& elms, building toward the sun, setting example for blue 
joint grass, showing tickseed sunflower the ropes. Yellowfruit 
sedge follows suit & common thistles root while purple coneflower 
droops in bloom. Everything ripens, opening, holding each other up 
as wood bees mate midair, wind waltzes through, & the cicadas hum. 
I wish I had brought my shovel. 
The demonstration would be better if we could see the roots,
intertwined, distributing rain with quiet care.