Adieu

The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
-Guillaume Apollinaire.

The subway train is naked winter
rain upon the city lights of blue
and grey - With fickle eyes
we watch - The rooftops paint
a void of sky and
flame - The pigeons swoon to
grass and wind; the mirror
f a d e s; a plume
in flight: Newspaper seats,
Next exit clouds,
Next exit street.
We stumble
on the canvas
night; Rectangular
noise:
The city
roars itself to sleep. Adieu.