Boogie

sometimes the bulb tries to burn through the shade

sometimes a bluebird

a cardinal a jay

hold on i’ve learned these things

joan

alice

a giraffe

they’re the same

when it’s winter even when spring is near

it’s always five am

but sometimes four

and sometimes six

shades of time like streaks of hair

i still have that dried wisp of flower on my dashboard

and i confess it may be dead

hold on a second

now i get it

now i’m learning

there is still something living in my head

see how far i’ve come?

now boogie even has a new way to lay

a new stick

a new path to her favorite place to shit

i learned it is easiest to learn to dance alone

and the season is suited to dim empty rooms

to step like a heron in a creek to the beat in your bones