The
sometimes
tremulous
glimpses of surprise,
I think
what a book it would make.
I hear the late afternoon cheer
the honest type
somewhere
lurking behind
old Sixth Avenue Road.
I suppose
it is not just a phenomenon of nature that goes instinctively on,
not the appalling detail of any large human scheme, eroded by schedules
But I accept it as one of the miracles.
(Which I never see anywhere else)
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
The
sometimes
tremulous
glimpses of surprise,
I think
what a book it would make.
I hear the late afternoon cheer
the honest type
somewhere
lurking behind
old Sixth Avenue Road.
I suppose
it is not just a phenomenon of nature that goes instinctively on,
not the appalling detail of any large human scheme, eroded by schedules
But I accept it as one of the miracles.
(Which I never see anywhere else)
