Green helicopters
lowering netted soil,
layered moss
waves of earth
daffodils trampled in paper;

trunks in lacquered yardsides
pushing corners into painted alleyways
crooked high places
tilted hats and eyes under the wind upended
in delicate shivers of glass
and stubbed-on bottlecaps

foot-treads laced in frozen mud
sky scraping blades
high tops and antennas
all growling at the untouched moon.