With orange knickers in amber waves
A coyote shadow chases you in rainbows
From green to indigo to black
From green to indigo and back

Into therapy crawl the aggrieved
Still there’s an ache behind the curtain-
The planted seed bloomed as a monster
Arising like a jack-in-the-box

Perspective surprises
When the empty takes form
Half of spirit in altered states
Meditative bliss takes two

With amber knickers in orange waves
From station to station