Il Mare
By Samuel Cornett
Upon reading the poems,
I felt a deep happiness–
And the friendliness of happiness,
It worried me so–
Like the edginess of someone
Who is too soon trying to go.
And stands by the door.
It came to me, like
Cigarette smoke smell–
In the sheets, freshly-washed and
Ironed in which I sleep, after
Swimming in crystal blue waters–
Like a resort vacation.
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