we ran in drag dresses
from the surging authorities--
ran through time, the public highway,
our mouths outfitted with lemon peel teeth,
you could guess we were laughing--
official screams of anger flickered out
on tar behind our high-heeled evasions

when a servant steps out of place
the circuits of time are not jammed,
gardens brighten in the artificial
aftermath, against the backdrop
of thickening pollutions, that bloom
their own flowers over the freer ways

of birds, swimming above the human epic.
We ran highway centers back to each other,
strangely abandoned this time, no cherry lights
broadcasting hate to the pines,
no voice to run the big computer.
Time winked from our pockets,
we ripped off our dresses and became genders,
and the police were out there, like the stars.