Parading

The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins,

I will keep all lines of the wind open

I have outlived most of the parking lot

Wave and particle, all and none,

It’s all I have to bring today—

and suddenly realized Humor

they only looked like oceans in my thirst, I cut the old horizon

and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,

Steve, the banjo wasn’t all they smashed. It was every window. It was

Actual moonlight fell wildly on the coyotes falling on the rabbit