Down beneath across a pasture, the infeasible alternative
Was for her appointment to be held in silence. And where?
Easy. There had to be more than light becoming just a little warmer,
In some ways there was more: a boy's shaped metal.

Anybody with a lesser prayer request didn't want to be there
In the museum, with inauthentic jam-jars. Her calves
Slipped up in air, strolled, and I had to get up in time for her
Scarves left on statues.

Out by the waving things he is the problem,
But 'no way were we going to avoid it.'
Out there? Could be anyone tired there, and
Sleep too was splintered into conversation.