& LOVE & ALL

It's Day,

breaks across

windows,

feeling

linen on

unshaven skin

no sleep

comes with

unabridged telephone

wires with

Dove who repeatedly

call

cooing alarms into

Stuffy rooms

to where

has company gone?

Summer, and

the days stretch

onward:

acquiescent.

None but repeated calls

of solitude

and how it

Ends this way

farewell to a

countenance on the

street, which will

never call your name

How soon

solitude

turns estrangement,

and Love Songs

pass away