Steel away
To the two-seater, two-sided chair
Steal away
To yesterday’s day’s awakenings
Doors opening, doors closing
Footsteps up and down the stairs
No more than an idea
Soft voices, distant voices, uncomplicated voices
Soft grass, dry grass, non-too difficult verges
Sit awhile
Sit a while longer
Take out your paper and pencil
Write of the imagination
How, nowadays
You can’t quite complete the picture
The sketch then has to be left half-undone
As, if you recall, was your way of doing
In most things which you tackled
