the brave of the
city dusk
but i won’t tell it
a cursive necktie not the same
as circles but bolder than vermilion
a large stampede of
stars smiling maybe
as visible as the thread
in the satire of a dress
burdened with blue skies

swing from
high to leap
from ash to
purple leaf
be disastrous
ly pertinent
make adieu
of the usual
a breakfast apart
from the ordinary

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