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Rosalie


shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
That images of roads, whether composed
Onto my frozen fingers.
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
A frame of glided twilight—I
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Dim, and die tonight?
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Wheezing ravens, when
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along

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