Magenta june
I woke up at noon
I got to thinking
A lot of what
Emerson said
I do
Think is true
Buried in this
Daybed, ahead
Wild light charging in
Hebdomad, I've been
Pulling more than my weight
And she wonderfully
Leaves me be
Scarlet days
Symphonies
I do
Reveries
Scarcely
Window ajar
Flow in awe, but
I do
Confess
I'm plumb tuckered out