with his mistress


Air was in a hurry
        in the garden of Venus
                across a pond with leopard spots

The joyish fever,
        peaks to tremble
                and gulls to ride them

There was no field for rushes,
        but arbors made of stone
                They gathered the light
                        and kept a loomy glow

blue, blue was the glass about the river
reflecting
    on the tinge of sky