SHE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IN DREAMS

Trouble — much clatter in the square
   — yet, still more sigh than shout.
     The great bin of the heart shudders.
The muffled tapping of a shoe. And,
   above all this, the dry white moon
     in a blue sky. The poor mind swarms,
that thing that is human in shadow and light.

First published in The Drunken Boat