Upper air

All night long, red flowers turn black.
They of upper air sit on green bench.
Green bench legs turn blue and thin
As they keep sinking in and in.

The man with a skullcap and his wife
The woman who made nostril noises
The poet who wrote his parchi prose-
They all keep sinking in and in.

All night reds and greens will be black.
Green bench legs will be blue and thin
Sinking in and in , till all are upper air
And red flowers gray and thin.

(with echoes from Thomas Hardy’s poem The Garden Seat )

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