stir

some leaves that had fallen
were picked on my way
some bands were too full
to hide them away...

i tucked you aside
under the rug... and
placed this vase
as a false display
of items

and other random thoughts
of placing and other
usual: markets on shore...
with crying people
and i
by them

stood brushing
the shrub
and making the fall
into raining false ceilings
and all

came down at once
as a stir... and All too sir!
in the spur:
of the moment.