A circle of wishes
black-pointed, skin-flecked spins
scurries a desert
of early morning meanders
while wide wheels crash the machine
judders a lover
laughs, then is quiet
boy
Back through the slatted lattice
street-belly hums,
a morning murmur
gathers on the corner
and newspaper stands tall
as a back-stage boy
you made it. You made it
just in time
This mid-morning you
search me
for the bridge that’s not between us
so you slant your eyes
and glance outside
and inside the door swings
the mirror smiles boy
you made it
Swing-walking on the stones
by the sea whirled and busy
in the furious sky, yawling
by the cliff, today
when you passed by,
I closed my face
and turned down low.
Boy, you made it just in time.