Newbury Street

I

Nimbus clouds lock
in step-cuneiform.
Wild oats
cover your
eyes

emerald green.

II

Their fingers magnetic
motivated by gears

tumbling dice

III

Your hair shimmered
down your back
last I saw.

Your eggs shimmered
down your legs
last I saw.

IV

Soft bleating

goats

ghosts

Find the greys.

Newbury Street

V

Hold me down,
or close,
or any

way
at
all