8:30 A. M. On 32Nd Street

The wind sniffed like a happy cat At scuttling beetle-people, The sunshine would have roused a flat To try and be a steeple.

My breakfast in me warm and staunch, Your letter in my pocket, The world’s a coon that’s climbed a branch And I am David Crockett.

Time hoards our lives with griping care And barren is his bursary, But he’ll make diamonds of the air Upon one anniversary!

Five years ago I saw you first And knew in every part The flagrant and immortal thirst Love salts into the heart.

Five years ago the Pleiad crew Sang in their starry hive, Because a miracle like you Could dare to be alive!

Five years, and still, through earth’s degrees You, like a pageant, pass; Courageous as invading seas And careless as the grass.

Pauper poets of rimes grown thin Mutter their madhouse wrongs. I have aeons to love you in, Ages to make you songs!

Pour your rain on the bitter tree! Harrow the soil with spears! I shall grow you Felicity, After a million years!

The street-signs winked like smiles at me, The wind pawed by enchanted! The sun swung high for all to see I’d stop him if I wanted!