Parading

Everything run along in creation till I end the song

I’m not really waiting to be discovered. I’ve learned

There is no more time

Turning the lights out, glistening in the owl’s eye

Remember the moon, know who she is.

Dreamt I wrote E-L-V-I-S, held it to the mirror and it read

And what they say / blends in the tarantellasmic sway

to the town of small towers