Cool Purple Mist

late spring rain, cool purple mist strawberries big as a baby's fist earth is soft and it yields to pressure the moon is far too bright to messure comets crossing overhead i wish that we both were dead hard times that you've seen us through selfless heart that beats in you the things you say to comfort me your offhand virtuosity your pale pink lips, your face flushed red i wish that we both were dead eyes green as watermelon rind the artless way you speak your mind new stars were born for us tonight old sky pitch black, new moon bone white i heard the evil thing you said