Did he describe the blue stripe again,
unelected governor?
And from trees to hospitals, one story

The blackboard is erased in the attic 
And the wind turns up the light of the stars, 
Sinewy now. Someone will find out, someone will know.

In these situations
I’m trying to figure out what is going on.
So is he too. Purged for oversharing,

Better homes and gardens for many
but for the rest, we are not so sure.
We need a place to turn around and be unctuous

There is a tremendous interest in dog-related items,
such as dog-paintings. once they figured out how to print on tin,
copper and silver with the horn on it,

Barely tolerated, living on the margin
In our technological society, we were always having to be rescued
On the brink of destruction, like heroines in Orlando Furioso

The immense hope, and forbearance 
Trailing out of night, to sidewalks of the day 
Like air breathed into a paper city, exhaled 

Impatient as we were for all of them to join us, 
The land had not yet risen into view: gulls had swept the gray steel towers away 
So that it profited less to go searching, away over the humming earth 

It was always November there. The farms
Were a kind of precinct; a certain control
Had been exercised. The little birds

When they passed through a city, it was others knew it first.
The man claimed no lift in his shoe but an advertisement for the dance
left over from the last street but one.