this hibiscus is a trumpet


this hibiscus is a trumpet
on which the night plays,

listen

this vista is a present dream
which now renders real.

I sit and watch and hold myself
in arms

a chest of breath the dust of night kissing
this dear boy girl

whom we are all exposed to be
clearly and wonderfully.

this hibiscus flowers trumpets
words transform to insects

the night dances to song
suspending
the
hours
as
melodies




jh 2007