this fresh spring or embarrassing story
(for the rest ventured to lusher scenes
taking finite jest from each horizon)
has just received me with flowers, lights, glee

cataract sights of frilly prairie girls
frolicking fertile charites scampered
off yesterday, only sheer voile away
never to return, be that as it may

apprehensive shadows’ echo dances
cascade the plain beaming orange, blue, green
say maybe just played hard enough music
can summon back (not forfeit) what has been