FULL MOON MONDAY

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening
is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table:
Let us go,
through certain half deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights
in one night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you
to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’
Let us go and make our visit.

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