May Day

Swallowed an anchor with roots

To answer a question that’s subjective

Used brackish rains to rhyme with my left ear,

& Asked a public pub to stand on my toes

Then I said, with all my right hearing, Hey look,

They are mowing May on the lawn now,

Mowning day

Light. The grass is departing

With its richly green lungs and Klein blue colds.

Believe I wanted to say, that’s beauty

Full. Like I’m falling for walking down

A closet in a jumble. For search

A button of words

In the dark.

Like trimming rains without a mother.

Standing in light days.

Thought wanted to tell you

I want scarlet swan bones

(When all the eyes have grown

Roots)

Which I didn’t.

Told ¾ grass and ¼ raindrops lying on the floor

(Earth worms and earthly rains, trampled into half,

everywhere)

that it was a stormy evening

and a sunny Friday.

 2021.5.24