insects in the street light

on the 610 loop
the outer ring highway
street lights on the bridge
over the mississippi
catch insect wings light as snowflakes
in their beams

you might feel your skin crawling
for a moment, your nerves preparing to feel
piercing probiscus, but enclosed in your speeding
car, the scene has a little magic to it

anything can be beautiful that is not touched
and i know it is only a little leap that would take me
out of my life, carried beside my body on the momentum of my ride.
where has the enchantment of this world
faded to, the years pile like insecticide
these swarming things
drawn to a point of light on a spring night
they carry up the lost love, 
the warm wet earth
last years leaves with their mortifying sweetness
bearing the enchantment of the world away
leaving just a hum of it that makes you
involuntarily itch as you pass by

1920s, Hungarian school

the sky is filled with Rorschach blots
candy clouds
and future selves
why do they wave
why do they wisp
why do they lisp about the stars
that seem so crisp when night arrives
like future lives all burning bright

the tautest string will move the spheres
circling between our ears
the notes are stored between the bows
by maple, spruce, glue soft and old;
when you have no more to release
and nothing more to try to hold to
farewell future, so long past
rippled runs on old panes of glass
what did you see what did you perceive
say it all once more to me