Marmalade and White

I will dance

Here on the shore until

The moon climbs over that branch,

No matter who finds me, no matter who comes,

And I'll bare my feet and run.

You were there

Over the streets of Rome

Just four months ago.

One, two, three, four, five.

And the dark, and the change, and the light.

We should cry:

What a machine can do

By a human hand

To the kitten, and the deer, and the man.

There they lie

And we sing, “glory, come,”

As we pass them by.

Marmalade and white.

Clover spreads

Like a hundred stars

Scattered over the grass.

Watch our legs

As we kick and dive,

Run, and sway, and laugh.

And summer has come at last.