Parading

Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles

Take all of nature, its one vast aggregate —

Consider the allergen poems lush with honeysuckle and/or hyacinth

He’s pointing to the sky

bodies in morning light,

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;

Sunset the word holds more than a photo could.

I want to be lifted up

… Imagine

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark