Rush hour, the doors slammed open.
In, disheveled, she swept.
'The poor soul', I thought, 'may God bless her'.
Then, capping a litany of woes:
...
Fiery clouds blot the sky
that was summer's
earlier today,
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Poor Giorgio:
so far ahead he was behind;
so far behind he was ahead;
so liberal
...
'Move closer, darling, ' I have heard you say,
When it's proximity that keeps us far away.
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Cold...unusually cold
complain even my most upbeat
and studiously cheerful friends
(who may yet silently
...
Sandpiper, Sandpiper
at land's end
on dozens of legs
you chase the collapsing waves
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Oh, to be young once more
youth scenting the hair,
an easy conscience, a vision clear
taking the stairs two
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