In the wood where he
Came once to hang himself,
The young foreigner greets a girl
A crow and a squirrel
Close to each other
Show animal nature
As leaves unfurl.

Seek consolations
In the streets of the city
A thousand sensations
Separate, count them
One two three…
Mostly antipathies
Jarring and jangling
Energy wasted.
Savour the flavours
That still may be tasted
Like those of this sandwich
Of thick granary bread
And veal escallop
Eaten while walking
The occasional delicacy
Bought from a shop.

Once in the dark to the paddling pool
Before it had gone
Before it was derelict
He came without hope
And a rotten rope.

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