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.