Wednesday, July 4, 2012

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.

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