To the makers, I address: this table-top
lamp is always on, and I am looking
out towards the lonely horizon. Seems
always so, even with the orange sun
dropping and the sky coming down.
I begin thinking backwards : 'No No
Nanette' means no, no yet, and the high
grass is rising in its perfect symmetry.
There were Summertimes ending like
this, before - much younger was I,
but I remember them all.