to Paradise

There a table lies with cloth of Egyptian cotton

Bailing out the green tea of its duties to bear the fallen -

I have this fine vision of a sunset.

It is sure to be true that the Casanova

Creams this rainbow string of shells across moraine -

I have this fine vision of the sand.

look for me where on the cheery strewn path

roses often block it from the home of the friend-

you will see me earning it with wonders through creative violence

I have this fine vision of the carpet of hibiscus.

I simmer this fine whisper into the lovely ear of the conch.

I have this fine vision.