Seeing the right and left folding your clothing

Visions are nothing but the sound

of footsteps behind you

asking for the time to see you

before they all fade to light and boy,

does it feel like shame when

they do not know how to sit still

in the shade of the roof under which

we sleep.

In shame it makes to the dew melt

In shame it makes the trees gleam

In shame it meals the wagon slyly with

pipes and glory for all to see.

It notes that we are all here and tells stories

about the writings of Shep and his man the Lord

of the Near and Far

I wonder how to see you to the end of the time

when no one will ask:

what to do with the rent now we have ownership

of the land we farrow?

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