Occurences - Poem by Adam Fitzgerald
Fondly, have we apprehended tomorrow?
O let us not say anything rushed too soon,
For too soon it was quick unexpectedness
Who snapped and left us brushed to go
Here with little room and cursed blessings.
The railing leads along an allegory
Of sinuous stair and carpet,
That others have travailed and imitated—
This is precisely the purpose
Of its upright comeliness,
Parcel of the wedged day
And betoken of the emerald chandelier.
The peach wallpaper paused,
The rosy cherries brimmed in a bowl.
The topaz day is coming late.
Pale, soft, wonderful odors hang the room.
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