AN EXTRAVAGANCE OF ALL BLUE SKY
keeps rising over the famous gardens;
and over the pool where goldfish flick
their tailfins domestically, an air
spreads the fountain's several liters
of municipal water like a raincloud
one can see all sides of. It is a fair
first day of April in the morning.
Mter the jitters of a first night
together, a girl continues sleeping
two blocks away in his pajamas.
Where thunderheads puff up each April,
blow the warmth away and power
lines down, and then drench the green
and yellow-green of broad forests,
I daydreamed last year of women
but talked of Zanzibar, Babu,
and the prevailing winds of history.
In Paris with its avenues
of sky with mansard borders, he
considers how to please his girl,
whom he must wake now. Carrying
grapefruit juice, milk, and rolls
up the stairway of a good month,
he's kept a gentler weather than
the newspapers he lives with have.
