Parading

and the liquid swells set in motion

The moon blinks inside

I’d forgotten. And reading too, I almost

And then that year lay down like a path

so full of grace and being

the way every human and every atom

in lazy time. Heed the numinosity of a laziness rune; it’s imperative to

not the name of the one who woke in the usual way

tuning forks rumored to be measured against celestial

nor the sky or indigo bunting,