Find me an orchestra of elephant tusk horns
bulrongs and drums
I must have
instruments of hair and string
for last night I had a vision of a two-
winged symphony O let us
sing our longing to the heavens
and grieving, they will bear us to forever
where our clothes are not so dull We
will be made of purple
flowers there it is always
spring There there are no kings.
How much longer must we ring
this blue bubble of unbroken bitter-
leaf soup drinking
where pain is measured
in depths of laughter but laughter
often hides
regret of salt?
I will build a house that swims
a fish to net the world-
a place to warble duets
when the big rains come.