Gradually then suddenly

 

Fotografia Olho de Gato

Flowers a dull pink and out of stories. 

The clown in the middle of town

dances but only when the streetlights

go blank. Children puff through

the window in a way that makes their faces

an inner god. I have all these chairs

I cannot use. Only the belonging

they beg for. Consider a dead oven

then consider freedom. A heavy kite

could touch Jupiter if Jupiter existed.

Any child could become a swan 

song. It doesn’t take long to weather.

Philip Schaefer