While the strutting
rooster
carries her on its back
(and off somewhere
in perfect sympathy
lovers push forward
carried on this blue and this green)
and he promises in his angular voice
(he thinks to soothe, but he crows he crows:)
come with me, ride with me!
see what there is this way
and she rides! and she rides!
red upon red
yellow feathers to the wind
but first, she says, can we stay here,
it is quiet, and I am dreaming of water turned to sky
and I am happy just to hold you
here. next to me.