Of You

Crocus, crocus
Blue and white.
Anguish steals my breath tonight.
Woolen blanket, soft in hue
Envelops this discarded view,

Serene and drunk
On footsteps
Of thought and thinking.
City lights blinking.
Enchanted rabble drinking.

Off with their heads,
Send them all to bed.
Not another word said
About who we aren’t
Or who we are.

Wish upon a troubled star
And clear the air.
Rub the scar.
Tomorrow’s not
So very far.


10/4/88