so do you blossom in Hermitage
when you talk that sharp talk
and do their lungs sing
in unison
from their cages mussed in chalk?

by not pointing fingers
you still let arrows blow
from a bow
it's when archers stand on their toes
to sneak into their moms'
lingerie rows

audience of nodding heads.
how do you sense
the weight of a heat wave
surging on you
from a peachy descent to earth

evening date with a stranger
tea you spilled on their sweater
is lengthy but cold
they all gently pretext
close friend's birthday party
here's a taxi driver waiting under the porch

the more I ask them
more pasteboard they bring
and hide behind a crescent

tonight I'll walk by my pet
that's effaced by an old moon
seeing me unmirrored
in wide pupils of a wolf
red formula but green answers