knocks at my thought
from the thought of the ocean
a paddle
lost by a boat in a memory wave
like a submerged rock surrounded by walls
where from a whimper departs

silences go out to greet him in the evening
witnesses being only the mornings
lost through ports
no one hears his grief
tuck to his chest like a poniard

and then

in a sign of resignation

spring came with her multitudes
like a palm sunday procession
entered town thru the front door
walking down the street
as the soul walks from
father to mother

the bird from the town hall clock went out
to welcome her
fell over winter rags
pouring the time over people

spring
this daughter of time
put on too much perfume
her round breasts are like two strawberries