Well Isn’t That Precious

Yet to exist with great repose

Like a new carpet you buy sight-

Unseen from a JC Penney catalog

To have done to dawn what the dark rose

Does to night and to do it as quickly as a cat

Breaks cover O to be the way one dreams

A joy to rejoice in this bitter caprice of leaves

This cold evening when your words

Sink once again their adulterous vowels

Into my dopey sorrow my melancholy 
That blubbers like internal organs