Life is to be refined,
the notion of refinement is to be redone,
Doing it with him is hard,
Like catching a fly in the living room.
Tree leaves are still green at Hyde Park,
A dog begins to bark at central park,
In the casket of the New York night,
everyone sees the curtained light.
School starts with stretched arms,
Wings of humming birds,
In St. Patrick's Cathedral,
Heads lowered to whisper prayers.
Umbrellas are held by shaking hands,
Mushroom caps pop up in rainy grass,
Couples smell food
while repeating something old and good.