A moment ago, my mind was spinning
like a top beginning to lose its stare:
it wobbled and fell down three flights of stairs,
then spun to my scalp in the fresh evening air:
so redemptive! With the roads hanging out
like freshly washed towels, the houses playing
with shirted figures, the yellow street-lamps
like sucked sweets; a tonic bottle waiting
in the roses; quiet study after: and
it all came true, in sequence like a dream! -
tricking out its moves like a perfect hand:
a spreading fan of Aces, Kings and Queens!
To think I sit here staring at these trees,
fearing these fears in that same evening breeze!