Parading

Like someone carefully not looking at a scorpion

Let others claim a higher love:

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore

The rock lives in the desert, solid, taking its time.

wide from the slowly smoldering fire

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup

I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.

Like fossils locked deep in the folds of my brain,

My circus animals were all on show,

It is with words as it is with people: Actual beauty is rare.