here come daffodils
stiff as black eyes

the drunk brains of the sun
surmising a grinning nowhere
in a garden of grinning fire

here comes the moonlight
turned upwards like surgery
feasting on the petals of the sea

somehow some of our follies
will catch safe landing
and we will be sad for that

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