Quiet are the silhouettes of nightbreak

imagine daybreak in sunset park.

with the prettiest song

rising from the mist

and falling out of trees like soft clay.

the scent of dandelions colliding

up against the voices of children

children with rosy knees

and their tiny brown arms, open wide-

their daisy eyes, interlocked fingers

so kind

different colors intertwine

black hands

and white hands, and brown hands,

and red clay earth hands in -

in that dawn of music

…

heat hangs from the sky, dusk walks over my back.

above

the trees turn into spinning.

It’s like falling,

how the path reverberates thoughts -

voices that connect like flint: blue flashes of

children walking together in a dream.

i walk with them. and i rush ahead to ask

what do these thoughts do?

who do they say about me?

in one boy's daisy eyes he replies,

can I be the voice

that is the season

in the change of seasons?

the grass rubs my ankles

the wind lifts the wind

up up

up

up

i awake from the daydream

into the warmth of my pail face

and I realize -

i don’t mind being an animal

It’s because - we all are

careful of the change that calls

for what once was to be

remembered. in

a circulation

the hum, a song, the beat, a spark,

the heat of summer rain

foreboding - a he, a they, a she

in the distance,

a woman stands

buried in the pale mist that falls from the city

is that woman me?

the colors inside me

flood into themselves.

finally at odds with the twitch in,

a shift in

beating the self.

like the bat beats the moon.

between the women or I, a frog leaps

then a fly, then the wings of an ant in-mid-sky

reverberate a song of

calm ̵̵̵̵̵̵̵̵

that tiny ant.

black on blue.

black against the sky

in the wur of the cicadas dreams

thousands of bats rise up against the blue

night breaks

the sky turns black too

light closes down on the bats dark bodies til’ -

all that's visible

are the figurations of noise on the moon.

i ask the moon,

will change ever come?

my forehead goes dark

-

the wind falls

down down

down

down

-

i let myself there

lean into the grass

dream til’ daybreak.