
The game is afoot:
lorikeets and humans race,
spring sun births a fruit.

The game is afoot:
lorikeets and humans race,
spring sun births a fruit.

Sparkling golden hour:
the sun folds in on itself;
red wine stain remains.

Cruising the runway,
waiting for life to take off—
dreamers on a plane.

Unfazed by the world,
extravagant monuments:
trees by city lakes.