Sat for three days in a white room 
a tiny truck of white flowers 
was driving through the empty window

Script in hand 
         Stands revealed in Awesome Splendor.

Jigsaw puzzle is pieced together:
             out steps a flute player.

The green world thinks the sun
Into one flower, then outraces
It to the sea in sunken pipes.

They are preparing to begin again:
Problems, new pennant up the flagpole
In a predicted romance.

Silly girls your heads full of boys
There is a last sample of talk on the outer side
Your stand at last lifts to dumb evening

I give up:
I bleed I must know.
Grant me the

Then love introduces the expensive dream
Of peace into this last report on the future

Of the past, as the pen snaps

I keep circling the Triborough Bridge
Hell’s Gate Bridge always with a line of freight cars
Randall’s Island, my sister in red and gold cheerleader clothes

A man like snow in Paris beautiful machine
Riding into the stars
A world of Michaels