Others
so many hearts singe
with my feelings
so many streets flats nations
bistros prairies hold my
frenzies hopes
here fields and bungalows
and dogs on chains
but there's one sky & sun one
subtle puppetry
I'd like my words to enter
prairie rooms ship holds
to murmur some ecstatic
forest vision
find kin in prisoners
in solitude crowds each with
his flame
