Parading

Purple is the color of talking about the past

I am running into a new year

There is nowhere else I want to be but here.

There’s nothing I don’t know

I shall begin scouring the sky for signs

The sky always

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,

Don’t let your golden wings suffer, let them taste the Beloved’s

So much of any year is flammable,

We share the sky, all of us, the whole world: