Saturday, August 10, 2013

If There Is A Scheme


If there is a scheme,
Perhaps because orchards after the first
rain are too, loving a daydream,
July's night sky glitter with stars,
Further than that, differing
planets rotate in limitless grace,
Halting bitterish friends
from turning off a switch on the flying
subway, with wheels screeching
against the rails,
Clouds blink their eyes
when the light is back
on again.