Out with the stars–   they make me feel small.   Out with future plans–   I should learn to fall like a leaf,   life can be sweet.      In with the clowns–   they're good to have around.   There's a lesson in their   pale of confetti:   Life is little more than   promise and empty threat.      I've been in my garden   mapping out the world,   past the hedgerows   I founded Mexico.   The rooting plums marked   Eurpoe as my turnip patch.   Where I saw ants movving sand   I invented Iraq and Iran.      Hello Lilac! Do you remember me?   I was your Hummingbird,   I crossed your sullen sea.   When you get that Swallow   out of your mouth   give me a call.   You used to be my all.