YOU'LL THINK ABOUT
IT BUT YOU'LL NEVER
HEAR ABOUT IT
Like taming traffic or a storm
at sea : lift up your hands to the
Heavens. It's six before six, and
you have to wonder what that
means: There's a graft in the
corruption of everything around.
The gentle, mastic, mantle of
this yellow table draws you in.
This little place is colorful then,
is it not? A new morning will
soon be here.