Next come the perforated pages
This then at the end
Of the certainties so to speak
On a blue sky day
Yet without the bands of joy
Instead the notes
Fall, one by one
From Vienna or Havana
With summer coats
For the one by one
From Sienna or Copacabana
Next come the perforated pages
Pasted down through the ages
With the sure-fire certainty
Of a blue sky day
With hope for the bands of joy
