go lively;
dance the riverbank
and two green plastic
chairs. Let’s guess –
several thousand insects? Fuzzy bills
chained by sunlight
into warm vortex
with a top
in the trees
and a sunlit edge
one meter wide (at the most)
where the whirling company is.
Only a few things matter;
to keep inside
this cylinder of warm light,
to mate,
the rest is not our business,
except
for Mozart
lilting and lifting,
weaving and intertwining
from my iPhone iTunes
and a glitter of
quickening sun on
myriad wings
and my projection of a dance
orchestrated as
show-time, glitter-time and spiraling jazz.
Mozart and Midges go lively.
