Regalia
12/13/2011Night shades swinging on
The rooftops hovering
Above my head;
Whistling things on wings
Sounding like carols
From heavenly choirs;
The toymaker runs the night
On mammal-powered engines
And imaginings;
I’m stuffed to the brim
Sitting by the keys
Hearing your voice singing
Across the Milky Way.
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