Fooling Around

Subtle fool your gold is fake

your smile a whim of rattle snake.

You’re the cup, the holy cross, 

the crescent shell, the albatross.

Utter fool you’re free as wind,

   you do not ask when you begin— 

blind is seeing, broken healing,

on a feeling, human being.

Other fool unnoticed, turning—
cold so deep it keeps to burning.

White eclipsed, blackened bleached,

to ashes grey, the wind in each.