Parading

a toddler fell into the cage of the rose,

glittering in the light green visible wind. That’s

To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile

Though he can’t recall the rest. I am the same:

For to withstand her jokes I am not able,

tied, released, seem hardly flowers alone

I want to know what their last words are

snowy matter dripping into my ears

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

others believe he’s untying the knot of darkness.