kick out the sun's yolk and make meringue clouds,
and when you roll away, still
bleary-eyed and clasp-handed
I will spring away and fall back
I will whip like winds on your window.
For want of a breadcrust smile
I will light the fuses on my brightest tricks.
I will give you blossom snowshowers
I will offer you starry daffodils and twinkling snowdrops
but you only care for narcissi