fresh ballet in hartford,
a nirvana of sorts.
twin elephants
lost in a pas de deux
dissolve into
the bronze decor.
a thousand years
collapse into an
hour &
six o'clock is approaching
fast.
there's no easy place
to hide between
the sounding board
& the strings––
a violin will suffer no fools
& eternity is an insomniac lover.
i come to nurture yr.
mystical buck-&-wing
& savor yr. tang valley
orchards.
i accept
yr. broken-faced gargoyles
as they are & lay aside my own
double gorilla face with
fish pouts & eagle eyes.
I am tired of this
camouflage––spouting water
out of both sides
of my mouth.
even if you
blind my eyes with
loveliness & fill my ears
with mournful madrigals
i shall always take my comfort
in sweet laughter.