old shed
beard bare
head old pants
overcoat tie and dark
glasses he must attach them with a rope
to his neck
strict
precise
red being Solidarity

you try to look like Him but your face is too much
yours, your hair hovering above your pants
looking a little strange
it is a good kind of
resentment
a whole kind of
new. anyway others will not see my neck because of
myself: that i thought about that

"i think you might be special
if you meet him in the gloom of the night and he can't
even see you well"
"well" red being Impatience "let us look when he
gets

both sides
his own way through the fields
curiously enough
Himself"