losing skylines by Mark A. Fisher

losing skylines

wish to
see restored
lost habitat
ashes of forests
like Alexandria
its hidden wisdom unlearned
simply disregarded
perhaps forgotten
or unnoticed
while life just
of what had been
once so beautiful
with fresh wildflowers
away from the gray cities
belching smoke and dirty
streams rolling downhill
through trees older
than the state
up the sky
ancient mountains
that have watched change come
and glaciers disappear
while desert sands grow each year
where once the rivers flowed
with toxic-free air

I do not have
enough heart
to wait

Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA. His poetry has appeared in Reliquiae, Silver Blade, American Diversity Report, and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His poem “there are fossils” (originally published in Silver Blade) came in second for the 2020 Dwarf Stars Award (sponsored by the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association). His plays have appeared on California stages in Pine Mountain Club, Tehachapi, Bakersfield, and Hayward. He has also won cooking ribbons at the Kern County Fair.

Editor’s Note and Image Credit: The form has syllabic discipline—the lines rise and fall in numerical sequence of syllables, irregularly to simulate a skyline or a mountainous horizon and is complemented by an image with both a city skyline and mountains [pngtree.com]