dew settled early
in wait for the notyetspring
on the panting glass,

outside snapped the light
and spite cast it wetly
through the dustcloud.

soon it spread,
hung on the stained lips
of the lastnight cups.

night rolled from
the damp ceilingcorners
to rest on my worn collar.

transit notes,having attempted to adjust a watch which after all was not there

whatever it was they called her,
it meant she was crazy.
summer youd see her like clockwork,
dressed always just the same,
packmule-pacing curling street
(all of it)
and stopping every dozenorso lead
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