Do but peel back the roof and lean
Back in your seat, asking the wall
Of falling rock across water
How it could be so broken down
But motionless while the water
Glides around you reading your poem
That you got free with the cartoons
And the fiction and reportage
And all the rest that will not let
Your petalled head down in the drink
To drown in time with the sunset
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