Did you know that roses are, white in moonlight?
Sat in the shadow of a gigantic horse,
which I had painted chestnut brown
and since the sky was insipid
I painted it blue
and stuck a yellow circle in one corner!
But as the horse’s shadow stretched out
on the field where it grazed
and peed aromatic liquid clover
I couldn’t stop thinking that in moonlight
roses are necromantic pale
and tell no tale about the future.