I’ll drink the tears, after the genie has
Deceived you underneath her tree, while the busses
Wait beside the portables,
And the schools and libraries are closed:
And it is a beautiful world, filled with grass and trees-
The students walk through here,
And the most beautiful girls with scabbed knees
While the tortoises snore-
And heavens daydream in their perambulating
Estuaries- and the foxes lay, fat bellied-
They are counting the housewives leaping the grapes
Of the vineyard like candle flames:
And seeing what they’ve been growing,
The simulacrum finally arrives at the predestined
Conclusion
That he is a real boy.
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