Ashbery 4 (from "Mutt and Jeff")
Actually the intent of
The polish remained,
A fragment of someone's snowball.
And you see, things work for me,
kind of. We get exported
and must scrabble around for a while
in some dusty square.
Wabash . . .
Still, the goldfish bowl remains
After all these years like an image
Reflected on water.
The mouse eyes me admiringly
From behind his chair; the one or two cats
Pass gravely under my leg from time to time.
My sudden fruiting into the war
Is like a dream now. The day
Bounced green off its boards.
There's nothing to return, really:
I saw my chance for a siesta and took it.
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