From the black notebok

three random verses refined from jottings taken on friday

1

She walks - rocking with her stick

Not as once she was - even 

Entering the dark door - onto black

Another funeral attended - another days waiting

2

The white coat bears unsolicited witness

An occasion to emerge - still isolated

Among huddled helpers - idly observing her

Watching this crippled transfer - into freedom

3  

Out the alley - from Mall throng 

White houses - a forgotten assertion - there

A way of life - bourgeoise simple 

Confident - spoken from a lost republic