Let It

Alabaster

Butter

The looming grayness of the sky

The wordiness of some clerk trying

But this is not about her

Or you

The times of the lightness

Of your touch

Especially at midnight

Crying long and loud

About yesterday’s passing

And the days that hide behind trees

Somehow relegating all else

To thoughts of doves

And the careening flight of all those

Who batter away at moths of indulgence

I couldn’t possibly explain

What you have understood

Even if there’s money involved

So go forth

Hence

Privy

And let us light up the night

With our silky dreams

Of captains and rogues

And death-defying derring dos

Done over long Fridays

Of happy breezes

Let it