Green as hanging heliconia
beneath the rosy moonlight
chattering incessantly out loud
about the troubled stonework
matching observations made blindly
with smell-less reminiscence
seamlessly turning a seam in air
swearing fealty to none
syncopated sliding through a door
whose way is blocked by aspic
picking melodies still ripening
waiting until greenness sings
climbing heliconia steps
down
to meet the moon set red
11Aug1995 CPR
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