AND FURTHERMORE
(ABSTRACT)
(ABSTRACT)
Not the pleasant value of the dumb oasis,
nor the leaving lane of some wide thrush
highway; safeway to the stars? I don't know.
Winkle-green, the mordant verity of morning.
Just today : the spangled meadowlark swooped in
from somewhere south, sat on a limb, and proceeded
to pace. T'weren't nothin' no better than that!
-
All the signs say 'Spring!' In the same morning :
two fellows within one briefcase, and the lovely
lady with the bag of silk. The little guy with the
audience jumps in his Audi TT and takes off,
not even looking up or down. How can one
live with neither smile not frown?
Well, again, I wouldn't know.
T'weren't nothin' no better
than that!
nor the leaving lane of some wide thrush
highway; safeway to the stars? I don't know.
Winkle-green, the mordant verity of morning.
Just today : the spangled meadowlark swooped in
from somewhere south, sat on a limb, and proceeded
to pace. T'weren't nothin' no better than that!
-
All the signs say 'Spring!' In the same morning :
two fellows within one briefcase, and the lovely
lady with the bag of silk. The little guy with the
audience jumps in his Audi TT and takes off,
not even looking up or down. How can one
live with neither smile not frown?
Well, again, I wouldn't know.
T'weren't nothin' no better
than that!
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