you run against the wind
with your ears blown back
your dance follows the screech of gulls
as they turn, circle, dive and skim
...
... flaws
observed,
....decked with honeysuckle,
vine and flower....
...
or cut bait....
which of the travesties to mourn...
to choose, carefully, when
and where
...
in the closet just
like crazy mickey....
with the four-leggers waiting for morning...
love 'em that much.... and more....
...
seen the wishfires of a hundred circling cats...
seen the frightened monocles alighting scores of lamps
heard the thrashing of the gels,
the thundering of pants
...
born for joy....and the rest of it...
if I tickle your smallest toe
will you dance with me...
fling that cautionary tail
...