LULL

I was a vineyard watchman
and descended at the end of the vintage from the hut
from the vineyard.  And all the watchman with the bundle
and with the raiment descended from the hut from the vineyard.

I see a man here
and his bundle come to a bench
on the avenue.  Sleeps his night
and goes and to the avenue he returns.

Until autumn comes.  Coat
he wore shoe
but
has no place

to lie on a bench.  The shoes are open on the side
where he lies
on boards four
to breathe deep.

To lie on a bench
on the purity of the boards
like coil of the bare nest
at the side of the tree.

Two steps from here lies the sea
smooth on the date 8 December.
And on the horizon around nations and states and clouds
and the two shoes open.

LULL