Like bower
enclosed
in th'umbrage of an
arbor's hair
like (a)
trembling life secured in
fretwork flecks/
eyes watching
her: the crystal fountain of
the park laughed, laughed
in her musical sense
laughed, washing away
the sorrows of
Nature
while
the happy
children playing
playing
dipped
their fingers in her curls &
drew to their lips
the tears, laughing
laughing
laughing
& laughing
laughing!
