Saturday, June 11, 2011

Le Rayon vert

I am the solstice in harmony with space
whose laurel ladders clever a ribcage room
through a secret wonder and its doom;
my face is already a shroud of touring.

A green ray angles across
the beating hearts
above the plaze, the deft confusion
of summer is never replaced
by the moon's silent pace;
all energy towers above us.