the fish in my sink
loves coffee
I send it down
with loving regards
a bird on the roof sings
as soon as I light the papers
people gather together
outside
but the front door died
when the bicycle abandoned me
in the bathroom cries
a frog
in my white lace
in the evenings like a church choir,
in the mornings a knitting machine
producing scarves
I send it down
with loving regards