Narcissus.

Our

Welfare has armied numbers going on.

So quarrels dip boot-high, and fill with smoke, 

and, too, fill with wandering.

But
Civility is cleaner and has reason on its side--
And the grave greens and the algae blues pollute
It. Look at this fleshing ebb, here,

Where the Allegheny slurps under a bridge.

The swimmers
Go unnoticed, returning almost,

The fun progressing in their heads.