Petals fall through the dusk of dawn
Mortrages built on my pavement come to a halt
Braised meat often hear sorrows
Lofty sided pulls and pushes to a hollow

Holes within and created
Mended to no avail
Porches meet through the sedated
Mincing pieces of the lane

Troops at large march through the rug
Legless Siputi raised to the luck
Come peace we made it at that
Crofters to their child tuck
To the the waking, rising, burning world

Along the masses that caress I would often ask them now
That would I be the one
Or would I forget who I were
The answer uncertain
The future a vast massless landscape
I see a person staring at me
Crying, angry, vexed, happy
Nostalgic, nostalgia she is now….