I hate my disordered
backyard fence

I love crystal fringe on a dance frock
and the ripple of light as you pass
in a plain little chemisette bodice

A cherry colored picture hat
of Tagal straw, its only trimming
a black and white big windmill bow

where droop the little ivy shoots
the sun slants down to kiss
the heaps of mellow headstones

The search for health and pleasure
leads to no fairer clime

Visitor to Witley Court
enter at your peril

Forests burn into their clearings. A sense of dread.

We want to see the Statue of Liberty giggling.

It is half life
There is honey in your harmony

I am the one
who skulks in the library