Let’s do this.
Let’s build a big flower
that will stop traffic
outside the Chrysler building.
Let’s question evening’s sway
over the body’s natural rhythms.
It comes out of nowhere
though the newspaper calls
its arrival accurately.
We’ll be going to bed soon.
We’ll be getting together
with friends
to discuss how flowers collapse,
how people are weather,
how they channel mystic energy
through spines and polka dots.
Let’s assuage the reality
of paramilitary
training with dance steps.
We’ll be drifting away
together without
sufficient understanding
of what just happened here.
