No changes of support—only

Patches of gray, here where sunlight fell.

The house seems heavier

Now that they have gone away.

In fact it emptied in record time.

When the flat table used to result

A match recedes, slowly, into the night.

The academy of the future is

Opening its doors and willing

The fruitless sunlight streams into domes,

The chairs piled high with books and papers.

The sedate one is this month’s skittish one

Confirming the property that,

A timeless value, has changed hands.

And you could have a new automobile

Ping pong set and garage, but the thief

Stole everything like a miracle.

In his book there was a picture of treason only

And in the garden, cries and colors.