Magenta June

Magenta june I woke up at noon I got to thinking A lot of what Emerson said I do Think is true Buried in this Daybed, ahead Wild light charging in Hebdomad, I’ve been Pulling more than my weight And she wonderfully Leaves me be Scarlet days Symphonies I do Reveries Scarcely Window ajar Flow in awe, but I do Confess I’m plumb tuckered out