Sky Blossom


    Sky blossom. The clouds floating
    like ledgers in an embezzler's dream. In the puff
    and the scandal of noonday,
    the guilty lay their pillows side by side,
    ready for doomsday.

    I was waiting by the back gate
    when they came for me. They had
    hands like home-made cudgels.

    The varnished panorama of the dales,
    where streams are wastrels. Sky blossom.
    The long grass startled like scared
    hair on a cartoon head. You could
    snap the air like ice.

    Someone was brandishing the sun
    in potato fists. The guards
    had shackles on their sweetened teeth.
 
    Seas in motion, and slanderous waves
    busting over the rocks.
    The gulls in check, and the whistling
    of frightened hearts. In the wings,
    the stand-in shivering. Sky blossom.

    Someone threw a shanty
    at the prisoner. Her flighty eyes
    were sky blossom, filled
    with stammering teardrops.

From the book Looks Familiar