Meadow stars. (poem)

and I would save every shred, bill, post card, receipt

stuffed in a box in the basement

and expect my beneficiaries

to look at the ticket to Kabuki-za and thrill

that they saw it through my seat

in the high, hot balcony that August day.

half the sky was propped up by men

the other half

by women subdued at their knees

sweeping their hands around their hem

a heavenly powder paled

their faces. shrill crows and dragons

and morning glories plucked at one another.

violins plucked. I step over a cadence

I lose my bearings to the Milky Way

…