It might seem
All this wretched week
I’m nights dreaming,
‘Till their drench ed sheets
Drape their flushed & fleshy souls
In the same town
Wet, & yet
Won’t drown
In deep waters
Just out the door, around.
.
They’ll soon drift,
‘Till noon, a different drift.
At long last They’re lift ed
A strong love’s loft,
Soft, &
Gifted.
