Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,and, yes, you can feel happywith one piece of your heart.
Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadowa woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions,the rest of your heart.
