The first drops, Raven, the first drops. My towel is still outside, my cloth.
Bells, Nineteen o'clock, over the day, der ihrige. Und sonst so windstill, the sky is overcast.
Winterstrumpf, Raven, opaque heat. Im Winterstrumpf. Tell me about Lenor. Where she sat by the window.
Conduct a few birds chirping. Crown pricked. And yet not a drop, imagination, Raven, trees rustle
from curtains heavy……. where are you raven? Wo? Wo? Wo? A late cricket, ground level. Weathered Mouths
hanging in thirst. A sip, a second, one more.