Resistant to summary, they dilate in mind. And doesn't move despite the desk fan's Peaceful whir and simlulate breeze. A boy lies on the sheets and reads A Life magazine which holds The proper shadow of attention While he listens to the ballgame Being played in Kansas City. The same things really. A car swings Down Maple Street, a hinge complains.
Moths move toward a decipherable light But are stopped by screens.
The boy's done Reading and lies there beside the lamp, His hands folded beneath his head. He knows that comfort is rarely pure. He listens and lets his feelings glide With each intent description. In houses and rooms and far away.