"August clouds like sugar in my teacup"
in the old days churches were the tallest thing
across the street in the city of bern a piece
of sky rests in a cage
the children run shout laugh & leave
he lives between mts. he walks he
sweats he stops he stands between mts.
he never yawns. der kinder schlafen im demhaus
they are a small part of the present
a small part of the past
august clouds like sugar in my teacup