Gatsby

curiosity about Gatsby
one Saturday night
Trimalchio was over-

Something was up

the last
warmest
summer,

shadowed
dark and cool
against the singing breeze

crimson carpet,
fascinated eyes;
sweet, exciting laugh

rumor
silent
voice in the hall

the sun’s getting colder-
the fresher sea-
rose-beds-
weedy refuse-
Blessed Isles

Life starts all over again;
everything’s so confused

inexhaustible charm,
king’s daughter,
the golden girl