The green-blue groundis ruled with silver linesto say the sun is
And on this moral seaof grass or dreams lie flowersor baskets of
Heaven knows what they arebetween cerulean shapeslaid regularly
Mat roses and tridentateleaves of goldthrees, threes and
Three roses and three stemsthe basket floatingstanding in the horns of
Repeating to the ceilingto the windowswhere the
Blows inthe scalloped curtains tothe sound of rain
