Whom Love Pries Paisley Apart
I leapt with fuchsia and called
for better times. I couldn’t see
under crab grass,
under
redhead plash. Once the birdbox
fell from sill
to bluedrift. A sun far
from shirtless.
She shook her head
and let an eye loose.
Once the toucan was hungry
and without hair, to frill
its neck out to sea.
Once the redhead
waterbugged
for me.
I fell to a shape; “Under legs
I’ll come too. Short distance,
accept my plant.
Nearly yes,
only you.”
