Say hang September moon by string
White Autumn cotton cloud.
We'll pitch that hazard light and drown
Red lantern morning dead.
To fog soft pitter-patter fall
brown folate dreams to stash.
We'll keep these paper dragons waxed
and page our sea of swans.
Descend your mind like leaves in Fall
autumnal shreds to splay.
Drone dropped we'll fast and snore success
Absorbed in bed canoe.
