Above the moonlike

glow of everything fickle

come the glazed insects

of a frozen night

flagged into a zig zag

path

of the transparent bowl

in the scoop of light

the tinted world

of all that shines

worlds beyond the garden

glow

they are reading

insect literature

while bats are swooping

dusk in blind desire

and sonar

in the orange

aurora

on the old paper

in the sunset flux

of paint and passion

the mambo

dance of

the

endless

eye

there is

faith.