The New Sun Belongs to Us
Though you hate the snakes
moving down and out in yellow flower houses
the color of flourishing is not harassed
in the pale hedges.
I have seen the sun's atoms growing in steel vessels.
under the shining galaxies are not strange to me.
Rays do not live in the timeworn windows of incidents.
Let us give to the trembling fingers of dark nights
the autumn of our lips
and the blossomed narcissus of our bodies.
Let us refresh our blood.