CREATIVE SUITE 3

Preface to the 1948 Edition
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
People might see to be the opening
grow hot in the parking lot, though they’re
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
To a higher level of appearance.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Merely a mockery of spring
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Green lilac buds appear that won’t survive
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades