Early Evening

There are gardens
on the moon,
bathed in borrowed light.

Below, 
there is Earth,
and you in your kitchen,
boning a chicken.

The chicken awakes here,
stunned and multiplied,
become an eagle.

Look up,
darling of my heart,
preparer of southern concoctions.

You'll see an eagle 
pretending itself bees in profusion,
telling love to the flowers

in gardens 
on the moon.
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