the best 

we 

can do

Now

When someone

I know dies

I think man

I’m stuck here

The owl’s back

calling at night

again again again

 

no melody no

tempo no reply

thirty years ago I left New York

since then wandered Europe

learning just enough of the language

to know very little needs to be said

waking up's

bad habit

thinking

It looks 

like no 

one lives 

here

life is

not what

you think

it is