light-like luck will shine on me today,

as my ears twitch like a horse's in the breeze, in which oak leaves in burgundy & gold are arcing across lazily like comets of time.

Vanishing light, I say, will make me radiant with larkspur, will crown me with a drizzle of asters, will bring forth the angel that writhes inside me,

as I walk into a charcoal-soft dusk talking to...myself but veering towards Adrienne, who isn't by me but soon will be.