This morning
This morning, upon awakening, late, in light,
I hit my head on the corner of my table as I crept from beneath it,
Thus setting the stage, and the play followed according to that theme.
Tonight, just now, while walking not stomping the green furrowed decking,
I saw the moon and her oblong sister rise and fall not touch the draping white vinyl of the tent that is my school,
Thus awed and comfortstricken, I tripped up the steps and regained no foothold, and fell,
And I saw the moon and her oblong sister rise and fall not touch the draping white vinyl of the tent that was my school.
