November 21

You and I could rave on, darling
Speaking in a dichotomy of perspectives
As geese flee elemental time

We’ll discuss cosmic this and thats
Cherry or blueberry?
You wear the snow so well.

The waitress brings another tea
Just for us to drown in sophist seas
And avoid calculating polemic absolutes

Houselights dim late on this rare night
Like zeppelins dropping in a candy jar
Of flickering spectral laughs: melody

Let’s call the various penumbras of
Understanding a joy platoon. Not to minx
Ephemeral arrows shooting between looks

There are bagpipes in heaven, not quite
The down of feathers holding silent
Unanswerable questions on the sidewalk

Oh, a black skirt! It sashes so lovely
Under elephant silhouettes in the sky
With fire in the blood, walking slowly

There’s a portion of foxes in sly moods
Reserved like a vintage cabernet spilling
Through ecstatic eyes and spring comes once again