Parading

in the faces of the officials and the rich

she turns to gold

Just imagine!” The sky is relentlessly

I look out into what feels ancient. It

How is it I remember everything

in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen

the big dipper pouring night down over you, and everything

what’s next,

Murmur of all that is claspable, clabberable, clamberable,

do not snuff us out.