The last poem of the night should be hardly beautiful,
Or hardly enough;
While my mother has gone out into the mowed easements to
Talk on the phone,
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Your daughter has all those long lashes crying away
To better parts
Where I thought I should belong- where so many boys thought
To have liked;
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Who can I tell the joys I’ve had at night
Waiting for the quixotic bedrooms of little houses
That are as good as mine
Where strange cats come brushing whiskers through
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My lips failed in their acting skills many years
Ago, Sharon:
When they parted, they just said nothing:
They preferred to look down like dribbling flowers while
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If the bodies peel softly with joy, they will have us
Scouted out by morning:
They will have scoured all the baseball fields before the fog
Has lifted,
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Capturing the Golgotha in parks too
Pretty to sleep in,
I went out to become an actor I never became:
I rolled down from the high swings
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Rained as fat as pregnant cats who’d sated on our
Mice,
And I stood and flirted with a little Mexican girl with eyes
As dark as thunderclouds over the parts of the sea
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Days lounging in bliss and are afraid of new shadows,
And it went down like this:
I armed wrestled with her today, and told her she was very
Beautiful:
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Alma: you are not wounded:
You came from Guerra Mexico like a monarch butterfly
Who had forgotten what it was
Seven years ago:
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Cars pool into Colorado,
Backing up for ice-cream and wine, you know:
Cars pool into Colorado like diamonds around her neck,
Like blushing baseball players in an organized
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