The faces of children
encourage deeds
of innocence

A pleasant meadow
where sleeping maids lay
one cousin awakes

your suggestion, “I know a motel,”
coming to my room instead, prone amid sheets

Now you are happy, and you are more than happy.
         You swan of Lancaster.

The family is now watching
The scene that’s produced

The reason that I choose this flat
Prosey tone is that I know the truth
Will not be found in elaborate fountains

Bolinas, I was near there once, 
but that was years ago

               I was given the Earth

It is the first day of spring, the children are singing
(they are supposed to be sleeping) the clock is ticking
the cats are waiting for supper, one of them pregnant

We change to keep all else the same

Crows fill the tree, get up
one by one, heavy, together

Either in or out of
the mind, a conception
overrides it. So that