(i)

The low pertussis of the coffee-maker
is in the home stretch. It isn't Luden's
or NyQuil that quietens this cough.

(ii)

Moths in my bedroom:
an Ivy Leaguer's
grammatical flubs.

(iii)

To what shall I liken you,
summer? Heavy politics,
a share at a meeting
that goes on far too long.

(iv)

Night's vast black
is tickled to felicity
by a handful of stars.

(v)

What I know about opera
can fit inside a thimble
with room to spare, but 

Sabine Devieilhe and 

Marianne Crebassa

singing the Flower Duet---!