we, excursion

hardly a soup slurps
barely a bozo burps
than a cactus catches
a cat's dress and pulls
it into a wretched mess.

the light in the cuss
lends itself to us
as a beacon between
doldrums and dreams
where seamless days 
come and leave. 

where our hearts
broken as sparrow bones
in summer camp starts
the ranks of the expired
orange worse than the light.