The upstairs-hall's got A blue clock that morses time wasn't, time's not.m Books batten the stairrail. Flutes court in the kitchen. Pens roll on the bedclothes. Over the mantel A Sevres jardiniere Balances a monkey wrench. Opposite the bath Quixote mounted, Steams in his frame. Like as not, you will find The neighbor's grey rabbit Asleep in our wastebin. In our garages No Cadillacs loll, On their walls hang pictures. We forewarn you, our lunches May either turn out Lucullan or Lenten. Throughout, you may notice Prints, warm, vulnerable, Of the way of love.