the wind in your dream
swells the curtains into a sail
tears asunder
all the things we have collected
...
Someone has quietly placed the Eiffel Tower
in front of my window
as if it were child's play
the wonder of the world
...
I'm not waiting
for the ceiling
to fall on my head
and stir up dust
...
the revelry of the roses
in the rain
is a celebration
...