i
it’s just another day of exquisite clarity
playing in the lush aftereffects of the earth
in which the horseriding ring
fooled by the sun
shines like the sea
not all at once near the tumor plant
lowflying microzephyrs
make the recently washed buckthorn hedges
sough and see-saw and show
the meaning and the end
of these escaping homeland games
past barracks where memorizing
revolutionary shibboleths
like anything is possible forever
the reenactment police wash their bodycameras in rainscented soap
when the public arrives
the paradise play is going already
at the end of the beach
the players are listing what they love
all these boys
no police
they were us when we were kids
in the slipstream of the tumor plant
a dog called sunshine
the recently watched gravedigger’s violet
wanders us in unison through a coughed up sleep
i remember thinking it was about paradise
and at the end of the beach it was about to snow
and though it was too dark now i remember
i would be ready to hear it
anywhere whatever it does
whatever it takes
i would be ready almost to know it
by heart like them
.