After 'Sleep' by James Schuyler
The light grows old so elegantly,
Its needing a cane is a style.
Sky the blue of apology.
Pigeons on the fire escape,
Dim-witted, obvious.
It’s May now, as far as possible
From all elections.
No one is runn…
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