Poem 22
Spread, mist, and glow again —
and wet the sharps of
grass.
Men rushing, huddled, panting, torn:
scarves and pashminas
saluting flags.
Automobiles in oscillating luminosity:
swerving! honking!
o drab drab morning rush!
Coffee whispers; evening not —
but daw breaks in caffeine;
sugar swivels.
Writing alone and chilled unfrozen
in magic daylight drags
and no more clouds.
