Opus

Cello moon,
For broken piano.

If every raincoat was a time machine,

Apparitions of
Deja-vu.

Look!

An oboe jumping from a plane

Imitating an asteroid.

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Explain this to me,
Why daisies have tusks
For a heart, and are ruthless
And yellow.

How the ground is green with loneliness,

Spilling over
With the joy of breathing its own song.

Explain the spring in footsteps,

How in the distance of your heart
You feel your heart
Take pause of the earth.

I hear the sidewalks rustle
In the still trees.

Living tigers for neckties. Under a penniless sky worth its weight in bold.