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.

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