Barely coming to wander in fixed translations
Park your bike at this railroad junction
Barely aware of traffic on either side
Walk your fill in village lanes
Their berms and verges hidden
Watch darkening porches shaded verandas
Setting up with seats for the afternoon's repose
Try me for telling. Try me for the truth. It isn't usual you'll receive my word.
Tell me trying, why? Why watch a kingfisher on the lagoon? Is a glide enough to hide uncertainty?