Parading

shot at the stars, and by chance

As roses might, in magic amber laid,

a toddler fell into the cage of the rose,

glittering in the light green visible wind. That’s

To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile

Though he can’t recall the rest. I am the same:

For to withstand her jokes I am not able,

tied, released, seem hardly flowers alone

I want to know what their last words are

snowy matter dripping into my ears