little green parasols...

Yves Tanguy, photomaton, boulevard des Italiens, Paris, 1928.

calendar booth Moon

she shuns

mercury's rise

for days

she wants balance

and silver plated tidal bays

the tapestry sonar of bats

she loves getting into caves

casing maple blossom shine

in the springtime

she jars what she finds

each year there’s

a little more dust

and dusk

than the last

one passed

she is the orbit

and the pane

and the view

you mastered

when lending

all the faces

of who you

want to be

banking on the stars

and their dead light society

to come back here

year after year

where you try

to remember

all the names

you crawl into

the dark with

EJR ©