You and golden symmetry

frame of flowers shawl your win d
owpane come.



to as sun run;
discarded through win dow pane

your approach.



To the horizon of cheek
edify by sundown---



Your halo golden scrawl
you are the

one tone holding thro-ugh blocks
are the accompani ment

-the laughter bound through halls


to break of evening put shards of light
on iris

and the mute of the spectator


the hands to- come
minutes,




and the backdrops of buildings f
fall


Follow of beneath them


hold your tired note




wind plays static for us outside
ostinato on its broken elegy