|A bunch of balloons, blue-green-peach
Hovering, the ambience of Brooklyn.
A Vista of Oaks, glance of sun in the greens,
enchanting pheasant-gold over
A Cascade of meteors in the descending sky,
Hail; pacifying the mow under the moon-light.
Of the Thousands, waffling in my mind,
A Voice endorsing-I Find You My Friend.