Roberta Gould

XI. THE SUN HAS WINGS

The sun has wings
which three high hoops witness
Pastel streamers celebrate this
A green railing
near dreamed Venus
curves with its long echo
orbiting the moon of her moon
It's really a happy kitchen
Each worm in the cabbage
is joyous
Each saw-toothed form
smiles freely
Even the question mark shimmers
flexed to new functions
On the fluid staircase
an eel sings
accompanied by fruit
configured in the polychrome sweep
of music's new clef
If you wish to dance
the collapsible stage
put on your mock moustache
and hold the strings tightly
We'll say the globes are balloons
and you the anchor of the universe
or when you sleep
that the floor rises to give praise
under the green banner of exhilaration

from Eleven Poems After Kandinsky Improvisation
(WRITINGAIR, WRITTEN WATER)