Parading

in this book

Those angels burden and unbalance us.

Oh blame life. That we just want more.

And the days that I keep my gratitude

For when it is time to set she is crimson ashamed to run out on us.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read

Scissortails swoop sinusoidally like dolphins out of phase.

If I were another on the road, I would have said

it wasn’t skill or hard work or guessing the right name,

but he hoped the quantum would vanish.