Blossom

The pink swinks swell up overhead
And burst when they tumble over the
wall to the road

As red as plastic cherries
And as lifeless just the same
Because I look at them from behind
sunglasses,
Which provide a deep bruise of shade.

I can move a shadow with my fingernail
But all I want is to swell up and
drift into the road.

Those pink swinks, those fists of
Baby-doll weighing down those
Arms.
Untill they swell up and come to rest
on the road.