Go Round
Plunging donkey puberty devi
flings her thighs, swinging long
legs backward on her mount
hair tosst
gangle arms but eyes—
her eyes and smile are elsewhere:
swelling out and sailing to the future
off beyond five-colored clouds.
we enter this world trailing
slippery clouds of guts
incense of our flowery flesh
blossoms; crusht; re-turning
knots of rose meat open out to—over—
five-hued clouds—
the empty diamond of all space
And into withered, sturdy, body, stalks.
the dry branch dropping seeds.
plunging donkey
prancing horse and trappings
her mother watching,
shopping bag let down
beside her knees, against the bench,
in her eyes too, the daughter
whirling,
looking outward, knowing,
having once
stepped up on the
merry-go-
Round.