sister poem

as a naked man i go
there by the window in the old house
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
why do
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
but alas, just dreams
to some the fat gods
when night drifts along the streets of the city
which i wish to remark
blossoms of babies
i saw the clouds among the hills