My darling works until she finishes I resist starting–
craning out the upper window over the tiled roofs
we each imagine the moon sets in night mist
she says she sees it I pretend I don’t
over our heads someone who makes a lot of money
does something arty the public likes like pouring color
over red cherries–
not delicious wrong language
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