P.S. Olive Juice

P.S. Olive Juice

I will dare you to dance
Under the full harvest light of Artemis’ moon
Pregnant with anticipation
On the precipice of sweet corn ears
And soft corn silk spun into
A cornflower-blue morning coat

if

You will dare me to sing morning hymns
While Apollo pulls his blazing chariot
Across the sweetened dew
And together we will weave our dreams
And lay them under our feats.

To watch as they evaporate
Up to condensate
Only to precipitate down once again
For as long as Chronos wakes Ananke
Each night in the milky rifted way

I will dare you to dance
Under Artemis’ harvest night
if
You will dare me to sing
Above Apollo’s morning light.