For the festival cry

many at the reflecting pond

see each other see

a lunch time in the park

a man gushing blood on a tree

cops jumping back to catch a

trial day for the

collapsing man on marble

his woman crying by

our exploding Sun where

couples in weeping willows

release spirits from ashes

by meowing lions

lambs in meadow’s lake

for all to

ripple still waters

with sneezes deadly mocking