Cranberry Cream

11/10/2002

Planting rows of dancing shoes
I suddenly rise to find,
my fingers paralyzed in a fear
found only in the suspence
of cranberry cream

And all I can be
is in the fight if birds
who sing wih wings of rabbit fur
Beyond the beyond
and beyond.

Leaving love around the corner
so you won’t see or hear
the soft sipping sounds
of that paralyzing fear
And when the task is finally aborted
I will know where to find it again.