Tathagata Wind
Lapsing away
Fall fading day
Train‟s harsh horn
Billows between houses
Swelling sound-fog
Balloons from side streets
And oozes out alleyways
Hurling-swirling wind
Helixes a heap of leaves
Aloft awhile
Chime’s round brown
(bob)
Gongs
T
U
B
U
L
A
R
sounds
In the velvet twilight
Of now
