Is this what it is,
To fall in love with the world?
All with her dust and quick green water,
Her little murder, sleepless hours
Stillness like sound and nasturtium bitters, still
Against the hills I am placid
The morning light broke against the bay
It scattered like a dream where I forgot to wake
Quicker now, when we run
Quicksilver breaks the winter
Now:
She wonders, wanders, she like a canvas
Alone with all humanity
Took us senseless
This green space so falling away
And she knows:
This is what it is,
To fall in love with the world.
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