It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars–
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant’s wife–among
her five children . . .
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold . . . !
White thights of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April . . .
In April I shall see again–In April!
the round and perfects thighs
of the Police Sergeant’s wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!
The Cold Night
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