Parading

It’s all I have to bring today —

And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!

while I thought of nothing

Crossing between gain and loss:

I can’t keep the day from being twenty-four hours long.

The way my heart carols sometimes,

had advanced / the cause of being

it was she that lit the world just then

O, to take what we love inside,

Let there be a landscape of open eyes