LET’S HAVE BOTH

That was winter clicking into place.
That was one queer passing
as a boy-child, where the child part
is mostly underthought. It’s strange, when
by the rotary’s confusion we eat our lunch
by the public song we get weirdly bored—
though yesterday we had the most ecstatic pizza
under trees—their white-throated rumor
it’s always private, but this is just grammar
for what we intuited, isn’t it?