And flourish.
"Flourish.
Exeunt."
"Here the moon plays catapult to cow.
The sky rewinds its batting back to the horizon.
Here it's Jill and Jack.
Here the clouds zip up the rain and a ripple forms a raindrop.
We down hiccups, we swallow the baby.
Here a moth is born from fire, and it's the face
that slaps down the hand.
The church spins down from the spire.
Here dynamite rouses the rubble, and a pinwheel
pulls at the wind.
A clown inhales the bubbles while the Piper--
Pied-- scatters the children, and those who have died
back pedal into life and matter greatly to the rest of us.
Here where we take back our kisses
and pocket our handshakes.
Here where we edit the tide."
Thank you so much.