I went to see a monument
went to see aunt Margaret
whose house was next to a cornfield
with a white porch full of pinwheels
She knew just what to do, her heart was true
We went to the bright white, city
by a lake, which was actually the sea
Margaret is part of the secret world
one of parties behind hidden doors
puddles on the bricks
and ivy falling down the brows of houses
I saw her with a man so handsome
you could swear he was a statue
so lovely you could swoon
with an aquiline nose so
straight and true you
could carve a statue
with it
I saw it all on that floor covered
with the candid glacial glare of
sheets thrown on cushions
what a pagan show, mysterious,
suffused with incense and
the leafy smell of spoons
and candles
I had to climb up the fire escape to
get to our room
standing on the balcony,
the city was making love to me
I have a pocket full
of miracles
kiss me kiss me kiss me
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