Parading

like / I’m hell bent on

but it’s a beautiful place.

Empty / your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

Shedding toughness

Whatever the time of day, whether the sky is florescent,

these twittering birds have nothing

lightly and you utterly will become

acknowledging / a person the way a wing

Why argue / aesthetics if you’ve never surrendered

(O tremulous lace, o drapery