September 27

1 May 2018

The sky is an Arabian shepherd
and the moon is wet to the bone and the sheep
are grazing on the gold fish side of the mountain
like a creek made of clouds.

The sun is a little parlour guitar playing along to
a whole can of dandelion flowers
in silver costumes.

I am an aeroplane free!
It’s a good day for flying
into a lake that’s frozen
like a cracked haiku.

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