Pile of Straw

Pile of straw Some atom or atoms of dust There life on the terrace Stands! There is a sad blue light That plays a clever game There is a complete submission To sedition -- There is a woman with Twenty springy springs Raucous and pouring down On the walls of his poems! On passionate romantic nights she saw him Folding his knees sometimes And resting his head between his hands Another time. Seems tense, glamorous and sexy As the words jump around his lips Like a flower of a cherry tree Her lips tremble Whenever she breaths in and out She frequently repeats: I love him I do not! Standing towering like a column of air Clear and shiny Like the light of his love In her heart!