victorious moon

transformed
by wind
by storm
and rivers golden cups
linear burning from the hyacinth bud 
poised
     upon
          the
               sill of day
rest beneath these three swords
magic manifesting
opal
and
blue

blue
bluer
bluest

transformed poppy to sunshine whiskey
a sparrow lands and takes it all away

Ahh, Perseus

my heart has been pinched between
the Milky Way
and the raspberry bush
and
left to die