here's time toward bright

you'll be laughing at the sun
one morning when train whistles
blow the moon down behind
the mountains shivering over
there

your horoscope says you've got it
made today, hooray! well, i've got
other news, your shoes
untied, and your watch quit telling
time

everyone you see is a potential
ghost, you'll see, sometimes buried
in books, or walking beside you
hands held way up-
ward

leaves all over one day blow
sofa colors whirl and through you
walk collapse in the grass, ghostlike
go into work, blushing, eyes
bright