Parading

I go out and come in and go out again,

standing in lines & lines & lines, facing the sea.

You woo the violet & the rose

Who would not, given acreage

We douse the fire, and watch as so much of it

They stretch their long necks

Now that hysteria is blooming.

Forgetfulness of all kinds is a great splitter of forms.

as / though our gaze

It was May before my