Works in the perk

I really do

love working in the

perk, where the 

children play

and every day is 

wondering and 

sauntering and

maundering and

glamming 

those weird

thoughts and

that sharing of 

grand

taughts, and

the seenery is

weaningly, and 

runningly together 

like tubes of 

past-

el color-

(sssh, my love);

and as I work, and

as I walk, and 

as a perk 

becomes the park,

I see your face 

entrancing window

and I see your face

entrancing my

being:

beautiful and 

simple and also

simply rich,

in all its exits

and all its 

persuasions; in

all its peculiar,

particular,

funicular risings

and fallings, 

and whirlings,

and

trawlings.

And so I am hurting

more than you

know: and the 

go makes me

cry inside like

nothing is beside

me now, and 

pain

does become and

grow eternally,

for no

thing exists to

assu[a-

ge] the lost

places and rhymes

my times have

de-

parted.

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