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GARDEN WIRELESS

How many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?


What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles,


Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman's mouth of passion kisses, a nun's mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem?


Who hurled this bomb of red caresses?—nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days:

Love me before I die;
Love me — love me now.