He found a pea in his pocket, in the pocket of his shirt
Prince’s pine, prince in the pines
The schools were closed because of sickness

A dried leaf of mint , remaining scent of summer visitors tossing back their whiskeys among the furniture

Down the dark hollow through the snowy cold, winter train flings –squeals shapes shidft something somewthig ---past at the bottom of the hollow at the end of the winter fhollow lies Spring
In the light of the sewage house where the sewage lives
Thast we have sent
That we have all sent

White cat runs between our cars on the backstreet in the wintery cold in the dark
The white cat between us

Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or thw ings of an angel so big

A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, I t is a kabuki dance
Mary must mourne molly