my sonnet is A light goes on in
the toiletwindow,that’s straightacross from
my window,night air bothered with a rustling din
 
sort of sublimated tom-tom
which quite outdoes the mandolin-
 
man’s tiny racket.  The horses sleep upstairs.
And you can see their ears.  Ears win-
 
k,funny stable.  In the morning they go out in pairs:
amazingly,one pair is white
(but you know that)they look at each other.  Nudge.
 
(if they love each other,who cares?)
They pull the morning out of the night.
 
I am living with a mouse who shares
 
my meals with him,which is fair as i judge.

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