Maybe I remember the time when you
Were here,
Like a sailboat underneath the moon,
Ferris wheel in my heart-
And the heavens flagged around your
Superstructure,
Like the lucky housewives at the supermarket:
All of them beautiful sights,
Made up as they go, being pulled as if
Waves and their husbands
A brilliant fraternity of knavish satellites.
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