This room fiilled with crisp air lat in evvening
Set aside is spacec on a sheet soft to unwind.
It bends the rigid fear in my knee pleating
Forms to prostrate as trunk an bow in kind.
And to the carpteted floor from the bed and sheet unflinching
The clutter is a jaded obstruction and maze to my minnd
How should I find an envelope, a jotted not or pen, flying
Through paper crinkly, files and perforated book spines.
Maybe I will on Monday see some probing care engaging