The magic window, our marvelous window, the filigree trees
and the brick apartment building across the street–
when I look when I’m left with a choice about time
I rush it, this big presence like a womb, big cavernous
sky…
The cavernous sky; it was a love affair with the sky
I was languid and intimate with it; It pressed up all around me, The Shape minus me,
if I and I. Or if not, then I in I.
My boundaries like a net, a sieve in a sea with no catch, doors and people,
just this sieve, that’s all, or a catch; a catch full of catch
The sparrows make love on the sidewalk
quick flutters of seed
So many Saturday moments
– Lady