Out with the stars-
they make me feel small.
Out with future plans-
I should learn to fall like a leaf,
life can be sweet.
In with the clowns-
they're good to have around.
There's a lesson in their
pale of confetti:
Life is little more than
promise and empty threat.
I've been in my garden
mapping out the world,
past the hedgerows
I founded Mexico.
The rooting plums marked
Eurpoe as my turnip patch.
Where I saw ants movving sand
I invented Iraq and Iran.
Hello Lilac! Do you remember me?
I was your Hummingbird,
I crossed your sullen sea.
When you get that Swallow
out of your mouth
give me a call.
You used to be my all.