WHO KNOWS IF THE MOON'S

who knows if the moon's 
a baloon,coming out of a keen city 
in the sky--filled with pretty people? 
(and if you and i should 

get into it,if they 
should take me and take you into their baloon, 
why then 
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people 

than houses and steeples and clouds: 
go sailing 
away and away sailing into a keen 
city which nobody's ever visited,where 

always 
            	it's 
                   	     Spring)and everyone's 

in love and flowers pick themselves  


 

	

		
Edward Estlin CUMMINGS