I live among the shades
the droopy shade trees
out of the hard white light
in the soft cover
on the cushion aside--
too many knock about gad abouts
clunk this peg
into that hole
until no more pegs left.
Won't stop clopping
along the cobbles
minding pebble types.
Long I ask
to step aside
conduct in the margins.
Long I ask to do
the dance no one told
to do
behind the door I closed.
My shirt might be grey
but to me it is finest
Hong Kong silken red/gold--
I'll traipse along edges
sink my favorite
yankee doodle
twinkling fingers
into blank Earth
until black skies
open blue
in rainbow arch
the new true.
And I'm happy.
true blue happy.