Carried Off In a Flood

the open-hair magnolia remains standing putting a hand on the window-bar of the camellia sometimes i think of knowing from her through sending a pink-letter who have gone in the fall of night crossing the border on foot and who have like to deposit the spoilt water-chestnut on the obsolete narrow-gauge does the wild moon ever take hot water from the slow river-quay of this city following the rein-deer it seems his t-shirt has also disappeared the pictorial cave-writings gradually putting their flag down on the cornice of clouds that return home in the evening even-then why the sinthi with it flows has smeared so much green even-then on this operation table which wind brings in so much lemon leaves and why so much light of carried off in a flood has overflowed the blossoms of the brinjal