scene
October 13, 2009 12:00AM
on your day i spangled the square in
jasmine and lavender plumes and
melted light all glittered-up and
swimming ‘round the bubbling lamps and
webbed and clacking trees breathing
sparkles and glowing-faery exhalations and
we dance
along the benches, down the
red-brick cobbled aisles and
curves and confetti-flower rain
flutters all purple-white and languorous and
your eyes tingle upwards from that veil and…..
bells and dusk and melted faery light.
scene and
sharp november–
i sweep your stones.
shuffle your leaves.
kneel with creaks.
know how this
goes.
cliche.