Quixotic

I'm a secret I don't know
But you see me, exposed—

Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Like a leaf you read, drinking tea
From an open book of verse

I wear the crown of a buried poet
Inked palms
Uncrossed by silver-

Pan flash, swallowing
The albatross like a bitter pill
With a grain of salt

And tears from the eyes of needles
In haystacks, found within golden straw
Ending with the camel's back broken

Like dreams