The poem
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of love— O at the end of love— in undershorts, with visitors, whereof we can say their childlessness is ending. Love finally took over,
after their two adopted: she has a month to go and Henry has (perhaps) many months to go until another Spring wakens another Henry, with far to go; far to go, pal. My pussy-willow ceased. The tiger-lily dreamed.
All we dream, uncertain, in Syracuse & here & there: dread we our loves, whereas the National Geographic is on its way somewhere. We're not. We're on our way to the little fair and the cops & the flicks & the single flick who'll solve our intolerable problem.