when will we live like that again?
first there was a city with its moons and cars
lawless comets and such discontinuous delight
that even going for a walk around the galaxy
was icecream in the park, sweet momentum
like a scattering of stars arriving to read
the book of tears to a crowd expecting opera
what next but the caduceus, dazed
imperatives wrapped about a talking stick
face to face and turn by turn reared back
to flap the wings of vision overhead after this
the lily with its open mouth and ribbon spathes
bumpy erogeny bespeaking
the immaculate shape of things to come