The Moon
This solitude is good:
I lie in the tub
debating the finer points
of love;
somewhere far
a solitary dog
makes improvisation
upon the moon
which has now
come into view
through the skylight--
And I am thinking
of a woman who
at twenty-six
has never been
in love before
though she has been kissed
she lies asleep tonight
in the next room,
where I am going



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