Lights of Childhood

You light like a flashlight
something through
the west of worn shades.
All this great fun
and you like a dark
of misunderstanding only
bring a large sample of green
while people dance to
rock and roll in spanish.
All the littles on the wall watching

while the parrot and the dog again sleep.

The moon like a
stopped cannon ball:
so little difference between us.
I search the corners for you
and I am drunk in a park
or a hallway at night.
Being in the street
is being gone in
the largest apple in the universe.