The long galaxy-climbing trees
confetti stapled to the wood grain
of sanded stars

fern leaves on the house deck hands
and potted plants

some crescent memory
is quietly screaming
from behind the screen

bridges unrolling
like flower strewn red carpets
over the tucked edges
of a pale river

factory brick in blue moon cages
tapestry of carved elves
passing an exhaust pipe
talking feathered plumes
and wounds bound in chrome
the eggs of grey arachnids
hatching on celestial scarves.