i was working for a man
who sold plastic buddhas
in chinatown before i began
working for a woman who
sold plastic floral arrangements.

three motions in a row

the play continues
with empty streets and
cars stalled

in the dream i imagined i was high above
the city in a rocket waiting to take off.

snow covers is covering

is general over all of ireland

yet the key rings still
and combs grow making hot war
ever hotter

the pleasant mornings of peace
never remain for long.