Time tears away
the clay-white sky
underneath
more clay-white sky.
Even when I've named it
sky
clay
I know it is blue
and this is
what I write about
don't you?
The rented world is worth
ideal gardens
all the weeds--
yards and fountains
walls
the whole city serenades!
Its song is rain.
Its instrument a soggy
Raven.
Train
hissing.
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