Terror-- quiet!
Into the glistening stream
rushing from the city--
I am going to cast you.
-- to dodge for yourself, the headlights!
I'll sling you onto
the hard crescent moon--
across a shard of light.
As the stars rise--
go into the hills then!
-- fend, from yourself, the pastel glow
in the grass, the gathering flame-- if you can!
Come back-- if you want to,
the lilies are tall and straight
against the cooling sky--
and their petals burn
torch-white.
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