the sun
not just on anyone
but on me
hung it with honey
and jubilee

He hung
the moon
not a moment too soon
but on the mark
with glitter and spark

He hung
the stars
not as they are
but with candy canes
and gumdrops
chocolate bars
and memoirs

He hung
around
as all the men left
waltzing down
a steep, rocky cleft

He hung
out
as a totem pole
for men to read
in marigold
feathers and beads