Solitude has this gigantic ware house…



Solitude has this gigantic warehouse

Where it stores its odd and intricate

Possessions to dig out and clamp upon

Us without prior permission or payment

Dues for this white comforting cotton dress


For sour, sniveling, snide disastrous days

And then that visitor who arrives again


Without informing, to sit on your roof

Top like the merciful hug to cure misery

solitude also sports this old, crumpled dress


Of ancient gold that holds forgotten silver coins

Your fallen powers, gravely, like the angel of all

the answers to your querulous questions as

to how on earth am I going to come out of

this swamp of cracked, croaking, rabid rubble?

Then it also lends you that snug, pink packet of

Always left over serenity to rest inside and breathe!





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