how this uncouth enchanted
person,arising from a
restaurant,looks breathes or moves
—climbing(past light after
light)to turn,disappears

the very swift and
invisibly living
rhythm of your Heart possibly

will understand;
or why(in

this most exquisite of cities)all
of the long a fragile imitation of
(perhaps)myself carefully wanders
streets dark and,deep

with rain....

(he,slight whom or
cautiously this person

and this imitation resemble,
descends into the earth with the year
a cigarette between his ghost-lips

remembering badly,softly
kissed thrice suddenly smile