afternoon shade

In that dizzyingly shiny box of fallen leaves

Left at my door step by that night-time angel

She’d breathed in a funny laugh of sunflowers, and

Out came a lucid day filled with that familiar smell

It rained last night

It rained last night

But we woke up too late

It rained orange sequin crystal droplets

But we woke up staid

Furry little pink slippers of envy

“Pitter-patter” sings the rain-drops

Beauty chase me down that alley

And slay down all my green hopes

First I am not and  then I am not again.

And the things spin out.

and questions old and musty

come tumbling out of that closet.