[Camachee]

yawning
you mimicked
a dawn
of peach
and pearl
preference

[Kay Syrah]

Put the kids to bed Hon.

It’s an evening high,
ol’ buttermilk sky,
darling, make it easy
and play it for me
as if I didn’t know
what you mean,
and take it from the
horses mouth and call
it the truth about where
we get whatever when
the sky just keeps on
making that buttermilk
and we are hitched to
the stars if only
for as long as clouds
stay the way they look
tonight and you do too.