108.365 - after listening to Brendan Constantine and Peggy Dobreer

this has to be sublime
like ice in sunlight
releasing clouds into the sky
without ever melting
it has to lose its way
sidetracked by a word like sidetrack
that carries it off
behind a railroad station
where ruffians do
unspeakable things to it
then release its soul into the night
like an enormous butterfly
iridescing its wings in the moonlight
and seeking flowers its size
taller than the houses nearby
and opening to worship the moon
with symphonies that make Mahler shiver
and Beethoven tremble
while Peggy dances to the rhythm
of Brendan’s poem
and we
we can only applaud