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Scandal
by Lola RidgeAren't there bigger things to talk about
Than a window in Greenwich Village
And hyacinths sprouting
Like little puce poems out of a sick soul?
Some cosmic hearsay -
As to whom - it can't be Mars! put the moon - that way....
Or what winds do to canyons
Under the tall stars...
Or even
How that old rou', Neptune,
Cranes over his bald-head moons
At the twinkling heel of a sky-scraper.