Above our covers
I promise to keep
you warm
But I am rough,graceless
like a blanket made from
feed sacks and chicken bones
A promise I would fail to keep
while attempting it
On Saturn and Jupiter,
It rains diamonds
In a dream, I floated in a star ship
to the storm of the red spot
Then by accident, blew up
the engine of my vessel
A brief diamond
As failed as a feed sack blanket