The Moon Rattles Like A

Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight.

Unless You Love Someone, Nothing Else Makes Any Sense.

Meanwhile Myself Et Cetera Lay Quietly In The Deep Mud Et Cetera (dreaming, Et Cetera, Of Your Smile Eyes Knees And Of Your Etcetera.)

Nobody Loses All The Time.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.