Another one from the Wallace Variations. This occurrence takes place some time after Wally comes back from the dead.
Some of Wally’s Shenanigans
It was from beyond the smoke & mirrors
you entered this world of mirror & smoke.
Why did you take to the roofs of the cul-de-sac
to listen to the agitated dwellers’ dreams
in the milk of magnesia unconscious?
Your ear dangled down the chimney flutes
as if listening to the ocean spume in an abandoned shell.
Trod cautiously so as not to slip on the mossy roof-tiles
nor disturb the weather vane or TV antennae, again.
& couldn’t i have been cross legged on the silvered lawn
my eyes a different colour
admiring how you snapped the brisk night in your teeth.
You sat cross legged quietly awhile with me beside
the bruised crocus, tickling the hull
of your toes, fat as Korean grapes.
Patiently, the crocus & i awaited your vocalissimo.