For summer, work early
In the iron lattice ofa railway bridge
A dove warbling, silly with morning
Fulfilled the golden promise of the day.
With a chuckle of audible sunbeams,
before, on my dawdling beaneath road
the slumbering seal
Shook off the long grey shade
of shuttered houses, sniffed the blue air
and on its warming back wheels
of my bicycle spinning from my toes,
rode me like one who in his privatye fair
Juggled a ball of sunlight in his nose