Parading

the heart lurches left and right,

the heart lurches left and right,

in the gray rain,

People study the dingy chenille clouds for a sign.

Stop the light before it goes too far?

she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous

derived from the elegance of

Just enough light to make out

crest and crest, wave and cloud, the thunder blast and burst of swells

All of us smell of heat all the time.