The big empty follows
After a great Gatsby time
After the hors d’oeuvres wilt
And the people have paired off
Except that man there in his glasses
And me, on the lawn, watching
How dawn changes each blade,
Light crosses this empty
Stomach dehydrated by wine –
Only it is ready to dance,
Only it can face the day. Stands in
Stark contrast to the man and I
Spent in our arrant contest
Spent in our arrant contest
Staring after fleeing shadows.
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