Night

Houses —
the dark side silhouetted
on flashes of moonlight!

The air — full of
invisible snow!

At the end of the street —
chrysanthemums in
a lighted window:
white and pink globes
in clusters massed!
They grow clearer
nearer . . . nearer!
I will reach them! !
(if I continue)

The window
is full of flowers —
more than I imagined . . .

They are gone!

The flower girl
has switched off the light.

Moon-shine
street lamps in my face.
" What do I care! "
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