So there is this little jasmine
stolen by the wind
Away it soars with every gush
of blue
And shawls tease their women red
As foliage wingless flees, flees—
Litter and puppies down for a race
I have not been here before

Within these
swaying trees and woollen grounds
Yet I have—
Something smiles
but I cannot fathom where
My paw prints
etched upon every street
I am a stranger to this town
Its soft folks and gentle turns
Then the jasmine

giggles over winking waters
I reckon these smug faced clouds
kiss more than they tell
But I cannot assure
They have cooked up a charming brew
And I see, just in time, them pearls
and their shimmering armours
Tripping over,
And running over
—how very charming, indeed
embracing us with their lively touch

They laugh all around
And scare our dusty shadows away
I have wandered around
the notes of this song
—Wandered restless
Yet only now do I slumber
Only now do I hear—
the flirty gusts with their vivacious fingers
I am a fox

a squirrel, a wolf, an orange cat
a jasmine
Stolen by the wind
Plucked from a hollow branch,
deprived of my clawing bed
I tread through the beaming verses
of this obsolete ballad—
Tentative touches of those tipsy tulips
I’ve heard the tales
of their euphoria before
Much I had learned

back in my leafless den
But the grasses are golden here
and not at all deceptive
They yield lovingly around me
And how could the sparrows not chatter?
in my felicity
Wonder what’s making me cry
A pack of wolves
romps in my chest
the full moon of my heart
weeps, weeps, weeps
It is beautiful here

shops only whisper
and vehicles are patient
I’ve lurked at the edges of this poem
Yet only now do I fall
It is beautiful here
I am an owl, a rabbit,
a dolphin, an orange cat
a jasmine stolen

by the peachy yonder
I flutter my petals
over the freshly bathed meadows
In this vacant ember of my self
Moths lie contant,
and the trapped flame
shivers, shivers, shivers
— I cannot fathom
where, but
it is beautiful here
—