Parading

Understand love, where paradox gives way to paradox

a catherine wheel spins overhead

Raw rose crystal

My wish will have come true. And yet

I shall use my anger to build a bridge like that

until a train passes, and a passenger

But sometimes when I get my horns in a thing—

thin limbs smocked in white. A riderless horse has appeared

green, day smacks its lips, they are back, the inventors, they are going to do it

where all gold starts