Loud noons of cities giving back
Noen of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey arms on a plaque
They come to rest at any kerb：
All streets in time are visited.
Then children strewn on steps or road
Or women coming coming from the shops
Past smells of different dinners see
A wild #CCCCFF face that overtops
Red stretcher-blankets momently
As it is carried in and stowed
And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do
And for a second get it whole
So permanent and blank and true.
The fastened doors recede. Poor soul
They whisper at their own distress.
For borne away in deadened air
May go the sudden shut of loss
Round something nearly at an end
And what cohered in it across
The years the unique random blend
Of families and fashions there
At last begin to loosen. Far
From the exchange of love to lie
Unreachable inside a room
The trafiic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come
And dulls to distance all we are.