Parading

I am light now, or on the side of light—

I inherited a dark forest but today I walk in another forest, the light one. Every living

and play and play on their dime store instruments.

I’m not even sure exactly where I left my claws,

The grand Italy of meanwhile. It is the fact of being brief,

Through the ceiling comes

The light stays fool’s gold for a long time.

Again I see you Luna just as I did

what it almost felt like to be

would I love it this way if it