I. CityPerhaps beyondthis gray dusty worldof methane lit streetsfalling vapours of jet fuelpiles of trash on the pavinglike drifts of dirty snowbeyond..
Let the Autumn come againAnd colours blaze forthLet the leaves erupt in redsCrimsons, scarlets and ambersLet the leaves bleed their veinsFall upon the..
This morning I awokeI wandered through my homeBut I cannot comprehendthis landscape I roamWhere there was rocknow there is sandand a darkly falling as..
The wind rustles the dry leavesand the sun shines warmly yellow throughI step out into this worldeach foot before the otherlike I did some 68 years be..