just before sunset
a piece of paper
in my hand, bending over,
a spoil wagon
a clock face
but no clock,
a hole in the wall
a flange on a factory floor
some kind of tumult
under the table
where the children are
a delphinium
a pair of toy soldiers
preparing to fire their cannon
a clockwork universe
a cool wine glass
an empty bird cage
a toad beneath the shrub planter
Minutes of a Meeting of the Board
the workers united defeated
white light so intense it is a feature
an evening comes in there is almost purple