***[A very windy day, delicate young leaves soaring in the air] Comments

A very windy day, delicate young leaves soaring in the air.
Then rain. Then evening. Then wine,
then I wonder: what else could there be?
Even love, that grossly overrated real estate.
When you go to look, only a railroad car
that stops for a moment, and the sun does shine
upon the platform, the roses, those waiting;
it's just that you have nothing to do with it.

The wind stirs up more clouds from the sea;
they are dramatic in sunset,
the light as if made of a metal.
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