It seems to be a special day
for grasshoppers in the graveyard,
this one on my bedroom ceiling
must have hitched a ride from there

I want him to stay this luminous green
wowing us all with feelers longer than his body
standing there upside-down
where we couldn't dream of it

so with this paper I'll bear him 
to my open window leaving him to pursue
the grasshopper ways with his unique song
and exuberant spring

sail far as the winds blow
the way a good grasshopper should 
on behalf of all of us left behind
clutching every charm against the night's chill