Alas, Alas

A rain of almonds,
Two tiny braids,
Three white parachutes,
Four baskets of fruit.

Five iron cups,
Six wounded memories,
Seven long roads,
Eight broken lilies.

Nine high tides,
Ten sips of beer,
Eleven blind alchemists,
Twelve oaks that pray.

One day it gifts us
Like I’m gifting you now
Wings, wings.

Thirteen Fridays of joy,
Fourteen strangers,
Fifteen clean perfumes,
Sixteen hours of forgetfulness.

Seventeen kings of gold,
Eighteen decisions,
Nineteen knights,
With twenty worries.

Twenty-one pools of water
With twenty-two thoughts,
Twenty-three lost steps,
Twenty-four feelings.

One day it gifts us
Like I’m gifting you now
Wings, wings.