Franklin’s Balcony

smoky brass conjuring
Franklin’s costly rowing
furnace dew –

your pleasure milks across
the evening storms’s
seven-year box matches,

relinquish your shop,
startled timidity –
bring our human humbling
distracted balcony.

Franklin will thank you
with transparent honey,
it’s an ordinary sight,
where stars bend delight.

grace and tragedy,
the same stationary
when God wants to talk,
with an earnest failure
on the morning drift, once
a daffodil’s shaping thought.