I will tell you a story for vanity
and illustrative consequence about
two thousand years ago when
we watched movies in the dark.
I said in morning there is no light
if we argue it will be about money
or how to distinguish liturgy from lawn
chairs in the shade. To think it’s hot in the
summer in Toronto say there laid a parachute
in the third act of our twenties, it was
the subsequent focus of a controversial
wind condescending to rapt seedlings
just as any sewn place fields abstract green
preponderance, soaking lucid perpetuity
to the farmer’s animals’ minds. Clean song
full grass, I was attracted to those stars.