Accent of the Joke

In the quiet adaptation

Where rush and stone collide

A river droplet scratched

Sings No and charity

To the coddling voracious mind

 

Soul in hungry leopard

Like devil and clown

Smiling

Frail on warm forests of

Sand and late afternoon sun

High over Tempe butte

Where we first kissed

 

Nine summers ago

And nine billion years before