Finally dark will reach in with almighty paws,
rearing back between the pole barns and bean stalks.
A sensible way to look at things would be to say
that not only are we all tearing huddled colored crowns
along the coast from May to October,
but amidst the Alice lights of morning,
we are tying two to two, fingers
to stained, pockets to stuck with mushy cornflower.