after Waking by JKD
starlings start from your banks by the seine
clouding and down again.
grass flutters
spring winds satellites winking like spent lovers
now that the snow is gone.
your drowsing steps over images of clattering
crisp october leaves slipping through with a trap-door
jolt pinprick back in your May(fly) body
a last flirtatious smack of wakefulness
before palms and fingers
the post-coital motion of that streamered flock
only a few shut-eye steps from Williamson, from K's house
brush you to blanks.
ps. you know: lovers come and go
going still so more hopeful than a drawing-room michelangelo.
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