You chose my coat for me -fitted, formal,in the warmth of a weatherthat made me feelas though I too, was dying.
The fences have fallen -cut by the wants of the divine;ungentle bovines,
Fall had comein line and movementand the leaves in the windhave swept us onward
ride to ride,the verve and the lights,in this city carnival.
I tried to speak and to sharebut my head had drifted;weighed beneath the surface.