Shall I Compare Thee to Appearances?
I check my watch. 8:10. You paint an eye, blinking
In the dubious glass held up to the Christmas party,
Turning back the clock. You are very pretty,
But also beautiful; but what I'm thinking
Is: Rainier . Invisible all month behind a veiling
Weather one wouldn't have thought could cloak a moth-
Wing, well, tonight the ancient volcano, big as the Mother
Of all Mother Ships, shows its alien
Glacier to the moon. It looks close enough to lick.
And how much worse than a lamp-post, that. And all along,
Who cared a fig for anything but the long
And short and heavy and high and wide? Here's to the relic
Of the what else, wet on the nerve, and what compares?
Numbers?
In the dubious glass held up to the Christmas party,
Turning back the clock. You are very pretty,
But also beautiful; but what I'm thinking
Is: Rainier . Invisible all month behind a veiling
Weather one wouldn't have thought could cloak a moth-
Wing, well, tonight the ancient volcano, big as the Mother
Of all Mother Ships, shows its alien
Glacier to the moon. It looks close enough to lick.
And how much worse than a lamp-post, that. And all along,
Who cared a fig for anything but the long
And short and heavy and high and wide? Here's to the relic
Of the what else, wet on the nerve, and what compares?
Numbers?
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