YESTERDAY Aug 71
Yesterday,
next winter's Snow
settled silently
in the gutters and drains
outside my window
and on the roofs of the houses
across the street,
as last years sunlight
gave up and
slowly retreated
a year at a time
pastwards
away
from the cold.
MORNING POEM AUG 31 1977
Morning, hiding behind banks
of
houses
and rows of
Clouds.
The sun already
tired be-
Gins to
climb, up-
Wards
through a wet
sky.
Pigeons
pace the damp
streets,
Competing with scraps
of litter.
Phantom
fish swim blindly in
the dead
river, looking for what?
