Paddy's on Main St.

Angel of the apple blossom
Please sanctify my motive
Blessings of the red mud
            slip me up
please, slip me up.

Abandoned tracks
            you rust, shoulder
            rocking horse.
            May the compass of
            your hands
            enjoy these gifts,
            pull purple thistle.

Locust, sparrow, robin, rice
            song upon broken tree
            bones drop moon down
            and bring her back up,
            despite the pile they wound.
            And creek with
                        worms below clear water

Wash the sky
wash sky.

Cling   longer to this break
            linger on it.
            Any time a
            far gone conclusion.

This beer I liked.
            Now mints announce
            the bill.