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Stunned by gold, we see coming

in full gallop, at vertiginous speed, the last sun,

frail orbits, green tries, games of stars.

We are looking for a way to live

as the she-wolf of these clouds tumbles

down through stricken dawn-dark, slanting

through the quadrant seasons, deep

between vineyard rows. With her teeth

the she-wolf reaches the blonde braid of a star,

a thing of gleaming: a radiant evanescence

the blue dogs paw. Lick the dew

opening beautifully inside my brain

where everything is green like quetzal flowers

or the light in the skull of a bird

or a thousand tropics in an apple blossom—

What’s there: the endless clear country road,

a cold drink before sunset & then a bed.

We are looking for a way to live.