- Stevens Gnomes
Exotica
To dream of baboons and periwinkles Is to monkey around until you grow wrinkles.
Inevitation
The conscience is converted into palms When atoms are transmuted into balms.
Levitation
Above the shuttered mansion house There floats a sad, bewildered mouse.
Lapidary
There was the cat slopping its milk all day, Its tongue was pink, its fur a creamy gray.
Ajar
It made the slovenly wilderness More of adore and less of a mess.
Avalanche on a Roll
I wish that I might be a thinking stone, A singing rock for which I might atone. [End Page 262]