My tee shirt jumped out the window.

The sunset bellowed like a turning leaf.

Thunder did not wait to ring the doorbell.

This may seem but abandonment, and it is,

But what’s more, it is a new pocket

And the whispery laces of love’s lost shoes,

The derangement made tidy by

The universe, shadows in doorways, April’s

Chill roads and rainy fingers, the blistery rings.

You can hear quiet became aware

Of the silence arriving.

It is a fact that Saturn is a planet.

And to live is to with one

Heart bear the weight of sorrow and summer mornings.

The moon is not insured,

It has always been that way.