The Sky Red as Your Name Buckled in a Letter
the dead dance throughout the night
fold themselves into the apparition of leaves
friend to friend, toe to stem
on rooftops along green-red neon streets
theatre of lines
a pavilion of shadow
a circus of algebraic dreams
a cathedral for an ant’s home dug into a corner of a Mews stable
a child, scampering sings and clongs
the prayers in the backroom behind the dishwasher’s sink
the falling rock like thunder from the height to the bay, crackle
and who shall share the joy under which the trees and pinecomb blossom
you or your children long in their summer running
the muddy gallop toward distance and an oracular sea
