In yellow light
Called from outside the calm day
That in reflection said
Love, love, my season
One of three
Seasons of love
Midnight and morning too
This, my spring
Always yielding
Always golden
There is nothing anymore
That can’t be taken
Movie props, my inner voice
Clouds my eyes, I shake off
And walk into a giant tomb
Plastic skeleton, a villain
I go on proud, unhurried
A curious boy, movied
A scalding would be
Interesting, funny
They see me and stay bent down
Two clowns, circus signs
And Egyptian scenes
Pre-playground, fenced high-grass
Lone two trees
I visit them and fallen leaves
Unraked ease, entropic beauty
Strong roots and one tagged limb
I touch it sentimentally
Then pass grass taller than elves
Jealous titans herd them carward
Can’t stand their joy
I’d’ve been better free before sixteen
Spring between stones
Trees, suburbia, industria yellowed
Green circuitry, labyrinth lines
Ibised trees, purple blooms
Ivory squid and furry filament
Walk up to citysight
Meditate on flight
Goes past silent
I watch the space that sounds
Vapour trails and a distant rainbow
Bars, red to green, a stain
Storm of birds flicker in then out