She puts on stockings, and autumn comes;
solid nylon rain around.
And the more the asphalt beside himself with pockmarks,
the skirt long and pointed heel.
Now only two columns to turn white in underwear
awkward. And naked portico overgrown. With any
points of view, less than one LORD
Summer, especially - in it with you.
Now if you hear a rustling, then - the sound of care
troops not care where, banners yap.
But, it is seen, joints of keys, that the waiting E flat,
distinguish themselves unable to, popping into cartilage.
And the window of noise bursts air from the sea
- out, where there is nothing at all.
17 September 1993