I usually start with yesterday
Without which no morning could come
Looking back over what was said
And done testing my memory
That certain gestures certain looks
Not be entirely lost on me
By which time it's afternoon
When serious work gets done
Listening to the Verdin sing
Worrying about the world to come
Doing the dishes for some fun
And suddenly it's twilight
Just enough time to catch
The button moon slip loose
The virgin dark undress
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