Parading

When you doubt the world

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,