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.
1 May 2018