every one of the red roses opened
(each in wholly her own amazing way
just as nobody else could ever have happened)”
up light spirits of mr and mrs dey
“well you know you said it was for a lady’s”
michael’s eyebrows “birthday” climbing “so”
(up light mrs and mr dey their bodies)
“naturally we’re glad for her and you”
naturally(i sing to myself)imagine
that;imagine generous, gay, alive,
human:imag(and past their flowers a pigeon
swoops alighting on chaos of roth)ine brave
“she’s” proudly “so”(rose adds) “beautiful” and
dante(too)knew why the stars go round