Suzanne
Brother Paul! look!
-but he rushes to a different
Window.
The moon!
I heard shrieks and thought:
What’s that?
That’s just Suzanne
Talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
With both fists:
Paul! Paul!
-and talking to the moon.
Shrieking
And pounding the glass
With both fists!
Brother Paul! the moon!





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