Before I’m off for goodand gone,there’s more I’d like to sayof youand how you laughwith your entire bodyface afirewith joy I recognize as if all else were pitch.
What would happen if we left it all behind?
Throw away all the clocks.
And forget the time.
Without all the distraction,
Men with grave accents and women with worried mouthsgathered aroundall grey and grimunder the bridge.