The Lady Poem by Rahman Henry

Like everyone else
She wouldn't say, ‘‘I love you''—

Rather
Would laugh. Would shake her head,
Spreading a naughty smile on her face:

‘‘out and out, a fool you are''—

If she speaks out so, then lucky you are.
Enter into the hot days of midsummer, there, it blows
A comfortable air of early Spring. Look at the sea:
It's but a Water-Garden, deep and green.

There is no more dividation; from
The Geographical Encyclopedia, erased— the Equator.