You've got rich
blood, Robin
Flashing bare branches,
A pale gray breast
The farthest distance
From red
That money affords
Could you be
Goosed
Out of this night
Terror? Tossed
In an arc
Above us mediocre—
A change of
Your lettering
Or leading
Between your
Fine lines
Don't worry, girl
The valet will
Honk soon
And snap you out
Of all this dull, dull
Naturalism