As if to render a center
                we sonared it out of in

& branches kvetching
                    the roof: a midnight
                             train at 1 in the
                     morning, hectoring

west to catch its future up;
                                   & later, thru
          the crêpe de Chine & EKG
            of a fastgelling rain—its

fracas an intercom
              on the fritz—le lever de
                     soleil was a radiator
                         coil inside a cloud

& trees crashing under the