I turned my back and went.
But instead of going eyeless
I looked
And saw furniture flying from the roof.
Windows, lintels, doorways & eaves,
Tatters of time-dusted draperies fluttering.
A woman in burgundy bustle
Holding a little girl by the hand;
Both suddenly gone into the ground.
A man in frock coat
Powdered the same burgundy
Waved. Smiling.
Then he, too, turned
Into a doorway.
And was gone.
Lattice. Ice on the asphalt. Ivy.
Dim details.
Random fragments fixed from dreaming;
When initially
The whole thing
Was so certain.
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