Red Rover

Blue Jay is here

    rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges-

Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges

    Moons wax 

and link arms, 

waning in the sad sad new-world harm, 

with a dollop here and a dollop there of star form,

carrying on and with, inward and over,

    but all the while, the hater the lover,

both sides calling: red rover, red rover...