where
the floor
spread
empty
the
eyes
showed a gleam
an
arsenal of jangling
terribly
awake
the
lights
the
clatter of wheels
but
the
east
and west were
morning
you
saw
a
voice
a
nickel
watch
my
limbs
(1-inch window, right-hand margin, p. 125-127)
(1-inch window, right-hand margin, p. 125-127)