Wild wind is the regulars of
the old and worn-out restaurant
They hide time with them
Early in the morning, people
Step over you without being seen
Pass over you
Through endless tiring days
By bridge, not by boat
By car, not by swimming
We are busy with suicides, love stories, and business
Modern civilization is disappearing from our feet
Like a child chasing soap bubbles
The streets are crowded
And no footsteps remain

Pain, injury, wailing......wars
Even if the futility covers you like fog
You do not shiver in the cold
You do not pant in the heat
Even if the streets bend like taffy
Even if the streets melt like marshmallow
Thus the shadows turn white
Thousands, tens of thousands
Hide in one invisible room.

Your name was not Hudson
You were not even visible
Things that hid you are disappearing
Fog water forest pebbles
Clock sky cloud forest
Maple path cliff rocks
Twilight sunrise sunset calm waves
Sailboats and fishermen and fishermen boys and girls and old men
Disappearing into the great house

Quiet you.