Parading

Lend me your book when you finish

You’re not a creature in a body.

in this book

Those angels burden and unbalance us.

Oh blame life. That we just want more.

And the days that I keep my gratitude

For when it is time to set she is crimson ashamed to run out on us.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read

Scissortails swoop sinusoidally like dolphins out of phase.

If I were another on the road, I would have said