It would have been about this time
Instead I listen to the dishwasher
And the upstairs floors creaking
I might forget the days
This one is a Monday
I won’t forget the nights
Still, quiet, aloud in passion
I had the dreams
Of a man on vacation
Engaging, satisfying, no trouble
And a few of my favourite people
Now the domestic noise is gone
And I listen to the wind
(Always thinking of King Crimson)
I look out onto leafless trees
Tomorrow will be aTuesday
Already the dishwasher begins again
The doves and pigeons are fluttering
The distant factory is in full production
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