Go not too soon

Allow for morning to swoon

For midday to sway in a hypnotic way

For someone who may, wondering stay

Until the late afternoon,

In shadowy sidestreets and cafe bars

Where stray thoughts smoke rings smoke candy cigars

And angel winged headlines boast advertisements adroitly

Come gathering groups of goodliness besides conjointly

Perhaps ocean shores with mutterings of waves

Shall wash out the mores of buildings and caves

For someone who may, wondering stay

For midday to sway in a hypnotic way

Until the late afternoon

Allow for morning to swoon

Go not too soon . . .