All tomorrow’s parties

By | 31 October 2021

Consider in my river-vault
the bam-bam fish, the boat
a line across the sky.
Consider in my trap the net,
the caught shared dancing fish
the silver tail, the swallow-jive, the fire.
Consider too the incandescent forest
the pitiful ash-stroked hills,
the shaved trees, the burnt skies, amber.
Floods of clouds sky-mirrors dancing.
Fast cars. Tourist traps. Dancing birds.
Sky again. Dancing birds.
Consider in my forest all these things.

‘And what costume shall the poor girl wear
to all tomorrow’s parties’ – Lou Reed

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