The red nose clown
Makes a funny sound...

Your voice-
What voice lives behind this brook...

What road this death shall take
This road leads deep inside the woods...

What makes these words stay hold
Red shall burn this eternal flame...

Unlock this
Earth-window, and...

Keturah;
Green eyes like the pastel leaves of spring...

Young branches of
The sycamore tree...

What shall we hold
What can be held...

Ancient serpent's wings
Eat fruit this tree of knowledge...

Pastel paper moon
Plastic forks and paper spoons...

Poet's love to eat French bread,
Goat cheese and drink...

Deep inside
Those green-black cobra eyes...