REQUIEM

the deck is shoveled off
for the tread of bare feet
said bones laid on the rug
in a row made neat
through and through
two of my eyes half closed
so loves lined up
we wind up up wind
simultaneous tangents and obliques
the phases of an circumferential moon
visible one day
invisible under night
yet casting light on every leaf
shines on awake and sleeps
a superposition of states
on soft seats and city streets

what going was going on while you where gone
guess we will never know so long as you are home


Sloopy Cat