3073. ALL THAT WE CAN DO

ALL THAT WE CAN DO
Circumstantial evidence surprises;
at evening the whetstone, still turning,
is honing the edge of the wheel : the
blade tickles as the sun goes down.
We release ourselves from bondage,
thinking back to how much savage
nothing has been left behind. I am
sitting, in a cleavage between two
buildings, a fire escape between
me and the next. A dim light escapes
the fold, and it is 1964. Across the
way, as I watch, the girl in the other
window, somehow, is taking off her
clothes. She seems so proud of her light
and the views afforded. I do nothing
but gaze. Circumstantial evidence again.