We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green...

We walk down streets
stuffed with houses, rows and rows...

Upon my dusty window sill,
a pair of plants...

At the gates outside
stands a dark thin man...

Now she's going to jump.
We watch her make up her mind...

Let us not die peacefully.
Let us not leave...

It is, after all, a polite seduction,
our mutually modified introduction...

Said tree to its shade:
You pester me with your drifts...

I
You're our intimate stranger...

Inside, the temple is cool.
God is made of incense, marigolds and damp stone...

I saw it flying on a banner behind a plane
over our school assembly, held every Monday...

Then he was tired of hurling himself
against the flashing, jingling cage of the city...