Signs

Every evening watching the flamingos,
The complex mood of the waders-
And the palate sky painted by the setting sun.
The ragger aimed stones over the sea-bed,
To copy the thirsty crow in the fable-
Because it was nowhere near to him.
The lady in her laced gown,
About to end her life with the dive-
Maybe the tides secretly committed to her.
Two lesbians kissing each other with passion,
The silver drizzles embraced them-
And they understood the signs of their approval overhead.