I’m the misfit in the rose garden drinking tea from white cups in the mesh of night

Floating with the swan in a leaf of ambient sound called tomorrow

My Venus warns me to behave and I say I will closing-in a darkness I escort

Sun is cycling west and day drapes on pampas boughs but a bluejay’s on my arm getting bluer

My Venus on the lake stitching pearls of light reclines with a rose and what’s beneath

Thunder burns the range of amphibious remotes and night sews a tule darkness in the breach

Thick is the lake and many pages headed north; pointed flowers glide toward a song I barely hear