Housewives like naves, br Like low strung truants sleeping in their backyards br Of days, br Strung out and as drooling as mastiffs on the pretty br Easement, br Until they become cleated with the neat patterns of br Floritam: br Which is the greenness I brought for them to rest like br Easter and with bottles of wine br Undouse themselves and remember the sun br That rose like a clementine from br The gardens of am: br How it crackles like an artist on her bankrupt jaw: br Her eyes as open as transoms that are sure that they always br Saw such a thing that rises over her sprinklers br And her little garden every day; br There quite naked she has become the better accoutrement br To her uncounterable landscaping; br And she is purer than the liquid body of the grass snakes that br Encounter her like a pink ribbon high in br Their greenly firebreaks, br And she yawns and quivers through the freckles of br Fire cracken and hibiscus: br The bougainvillea that ride up the side of her house like fish br Net stockings; br And the flotsam jungle of clouds that ride over her bared shoulders br And make her nuptials shiver even before the bicycles come br Breaking home to wake her up for afternoon and then for dinner.