A demolition
Derby of flowers
On the surrounding
Hills.
All of this is me: hordes
Of daffodils, cloud
Shoulders, cloud arms, and cloud legs stretch
Vivaciously in me.
A bludgeon of sweetness
In the summers grass.
A cement bock of seagulls
Ripens like an apple.
Cremate my brain,
Feed it to the rain,
Till only a tantrum of dreams companions me.
