Brick be not proud!

The red brick wall
Mocks inside out:
Your soul is mine
To limn against—
Ubiquitous, clay
You, schizoform,
Cannot escape!
But yes we will
And mock it back
With live relief, her skin,
Her breasts, her goal
To be, and soon
Our warmest thought.
Let not then
The shyer reed
To pursue its poesy
Even as (he later learns)
The football team
She lined up first.
He has his train to catch!
I’m on the way to Georgia now
In one that slowed,
Then rumbled on
Though cold and crimped
In fetal nap
The second box car up I am
With my warmest thought.

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