Companion

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.

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