The Eleventh Elegy

Black and red puerperal stains
Groans throughout and scutter
Through the foliage

I cannot navigate the slope 
Through tumbling bramble bushes 
Branches stoplights green and blinking 
Scarlet hands an oblong crosswalk 
Saturday in mirrored shadows 
You are leaving Friday 

Dark and plastic mumbles through 
Obstruction benches for a meek 
Circumference one memorial 
These glinting soldiers 
Erected fallen liberty 
White hydrangeas bloated landscape 
Spoiled with the cash of cars
Driving, these mercurial automatons,
Once to threaten menial decisions 

Holding late nights disappearing 
Other sort of cohort 
But—these strangers must have seen me 
Ninety thousand times 
Idling Polish women
Cannot take me back to 
Overeager miracles to you  

A flower garden desecrates a screen 
These are the selfsame posies 
Well you would know a thing of posies 

It’s raining 
After I undid the roses 

The bees are pollinating 
Flowers angel orders 
Weeping nineteen dreams
Sunlit starlight 
Roosevelt Island