THEY´RE ALL GONE, THE

They´re all gone, the

fast

people,

because

I stopped

to let them pass.

Now there are only

the birds, whose

names

I won´t

venture to

attempt to even

mention,

because

what

I call

them is

perpendicular

to a line nowhere

near

their

presence.

This is my song,

to the stillness

surrounding,

because

of

their

song.