A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick.

    I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower.

    Liz， there are children in clumsy jackets. Cobblestones

    and the sun now in a curbside pool.

    I will call in an hour where you are sleeping. I've been walking

    for 7 hrs on yr name day.

    Dead， I am calling you now.

    There are colonnades¹. Yellow wrappers in the square.

    Just what you'd suspect： a market with flowers and matrons，

    handbags.

    Beauty walks this world. It ages everything.

    I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem，

    a we-see poem， a they-love poem.

    The green. All the different windows.

    There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each

    translucent² electric blade.

    And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things.

    Things that have been already said many times：

    leaf， zipper³， sparrow， lintel， scarf， window shade.