What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
She rose to blow closed
the bald spot in her hair
How can you know?
I don’t but I do,
not from in you,
but from
the brown leaf crumpled in me.
Bakery girl,
what will rid us of your sadness?
You’ve carried it and still,
and I as well,
as bells have tolled
and dusks have walled
alleys away in silence.