Our little partyGot under way as best it could. The twigsUnclenched, the greedy rosebuds caked with smut.The ill-knit creatures, now in huesOf sunstroke, mulberry, white of clown,Yellow of bile, bruise-blacks-and-blues,Stumped outward, waving matchstick arms,Colliding, poking, hurt, in tears
-James Merrill
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