He buttoned up his leaf jacket
soaked his shoes in brine
laced them up with marigolds
snatched a hat of sundrenched hay
sprinkled it with buttercups
broke a branch from the willow tree
strode along the track spread out by the moon
to a pool on the edge of the field.
He stared down into its mirror sheen
saw stars shifting – Pegasus leaping,
wielded his stick, stirred them all up
undid the sky, saw himself undone
marigolds scattering, clusters of brilliance
stars fleeing like him to another world.