John Ashbery: “The Skaters”

	However, today
	(Snowflakes floating down a dark airshaft)
	Is more to me. The way
	My exile is picked out on your territory; you laughed
	But could not subjugate me to your sway
	As in some bright laundry theXXX daft
	And holyXXXX wholly imaginary suds work into the fray
	Commenting. Better that they waft