Frenetic to be and a bit forgotten
Hard to hold in mind, and a brush
Drop it. I can’t. A fever!
Awful the throb, and little winter light
Auroras, wooly-bear caterpillars
On the carpet the colors
From a prism.
In the window. The neighbors
Are waiting. Outside
The porch sags.
Her legs had violet varicose veins
She grew pink tea roses.