Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:

a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed

inside in the Great Neck night,

a record (‘great’), her work all over as u-

sual rejected. She odd in a bakery.

The owner stand beside her

and she have to sell to the brother & sister jumping

without say ‘One week old.’ Her indifference

to the fate of her manuscripts

(which flash) to a old hand is truly somefing.

I guess: she’ll take the National Book Award

presently, with like flare & indifference.

A massive, unpremeditated, instantaneous

transfer of solicitude from the thing to the creature

Henry sometimes felt.

A state of chancy mind when facts stick out

frequent was his, while that this shrugging girl,

keen, do not quit, he knelt.

(Having so swiftly, and been by, let down.)