(revised)
Draperies: and some folds
bunch together. A tired merchant
tugs them across a whole
window to hide from retail.
On that day rain came straight
down then wind drove it
into mountains like harp-string
nails. We grew desperate for sun.
Was the wall in that baked town
painted white at first, with black
stripes added later? Or black
first, white lines later?
From my roasting room across
the street, I watched black-and-
white TV. It was a documentary
on geometric zebras.
