in November there were still dandelions
in the ragged parkette
in which I plied my calisthenics

Tai Chi hone me

below leading to the street
is a tunnel of air
I could get lost in there
just walk into infinity

on the high street
crazy Francoise greets me
nice to see you
always nice to see you
but I don't open
I am a ship in the night
no sea news to exchange
still coping with the last
do you remember
do you remember she said
how you used to sell water
in the desert…
oh how the brass buttons
shone on your coat in Prussia

and there it is again
that tunnel opening
to magic
yes and madness