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PANDEMIC SLEEP
No social distance
At the party
In my dream,
Where people wriggled
Through the tight spots
To reach
Sprawling wide cases
And dainty narrow spirals
Of gilded stairs
And inevitably drift
Through heavy curtains
Into each Great Room-
Where clothing of such
Embodied energy-
With sparkle
And panache-
Was off,
Though just as often on,
The hook.
At the party
In my dream,
Where people wriggled
Through the tight spots
To reach
Sprawling wide cases
And dainty narrow spirals
Of gilded stairs
And inevitably drift
Through heavy curtains
Into each Great Room-
Where clothing of such
Embodied energy-
With sparkle
And panache-
Was off,
Though just as often on,
The hook.
Published 26th Mar 2020
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