XIX.
Loving Couples.

50. Sweetly they are mirroring me And my need as they cut Broccoli and beans Pale skin, black tops, pale trousers. The carp of envy Scales over this lunch à la Watteau As the true cast emerges They are sitting together but not talking Can't be pleased, can't be won— Eyes say it all, unseeing Mouths busy as cat's eyes with the glow gone Murmurers eating.