Diamond at Twilight (after Miró)

 

On muck heaps and dung hills the sun shines.
Though black, it shines like tears from lilacs.
No line ends; it is merely interrupted—the way
a bad performance mars one’s perspective
of the athlete or singer. Why else would an audience
give itself a hand just for showing up?
Diamonds cut their teeth on dinosaurs and little children.
The canary sings with a yellow cat’s tongue.