Flight to the City

The Easter stars are shining
above lights that are flashing--
coronal of the black-
Nobody
to say it-
Nobody to say: pinholes

Thither I would carry her

among the lights-

Burst it asunder
break through to the fifty words
necessary--

a crown for her head with
castles upon it, skyscrapers
filled with nut-chocolates--

dovetame winds--
stars of tinsel

from the great end of a cornucopia
of glass.