ALL THIS RICHNESS
All this richness of latitude brings me
home again to the lake by the breeze of
the water, the Inn of the Golden Delight.
And I want nothing but desire though I
get nothing but sleep. Neither are, and
neither are very enough. I make my
figments like a baker's cookies - thick
and dense and delightful, with berries
and sprinkles, and chocolate if you dare,
though my favorite thing is the orange
peel. Look, over there, by the front
door a man is selling tickets from a
roll marked 50/50. Do I dare?