An interwoven man and woman talked
The mesh of a red rose held the man.
A moist evening dew beheld the two.
Their speech was in even vocabularies.
Their voices comprised several violins.
The lights of changing weather were there.
They talked of kingdoms, empires, republics.
They spoke of mice, dice, republicans, democrats,
How stars may be foiled of grand desires,
How love may be wept over as an abstraction,
How black velvet may suddenly transfuse
With tracks and spatters of red blood,
How fate waits at a door with a white finger,
How beautiful children become grab vagabonds,
How the coin of life comes willy-nilly,
How Jesus was not ashamed of miracles.