I took a few walks around lilac evening fields and then

the recitation of my complaints of an idiot’s ignorance
hands-in-pockets whistling across fields so bitter and
full of turkey sandwiches and Napoleons and chocolate

how high they were when they were only newspaper photos
of hundreds of months breathing and no air coming in
form or style into the sinking sun to the Pacific

summer resort out for a boat that was broken
in place together neatly into the pippin red carton
of French class with anticipation separated from

pretty girls in the office staff down in the lockers
insects in the snow because they were a bunch of wits
wisecracking and ad libbing on all sides

Academy of Incunabular face to lurching car wall
and secretly spitting between the twins swimming
to charge to Brazil with two million in a wheelchair

and they began to realize they liked each other as
this was, by the way, the happiest toys that hit their fancy
with epaulets and all over a sea-crashing cliff or a lounge

of a giant airline in the pool with great athletic forward
room all togged out and stepping fool around the poetry
come out of both ends of a box through slitted eyes