It seemed strange we were
always in awe.
That someday we will
want to know
the projections seriously arrived at.
A flourish of flowers
against the pavement.
What may ruffle the tags
gleam across the mountain.
The cat changes position
and we are closer now.
Especially on the record of afternoon.
Surely we will have to arrange
the table for lunch.
And ask for music to follow.
Say our sentences exceed
a large in parentheses colored wing.
Whispers on the water.
Only a bowl of oatmeal lies
between me and the moon
Seeing it again, it grows softer
It is coming out like the stars
Come out oh magnificent cause
Now, in my new eyes.
