Pictures of the gone world 1

                     Away above a harborful
                                                            of caulkless houses 
among the charley noble chimneypots
                                                      of a rooftop rigged with clotheslines 
                a woman pastes up sails
                                                 upon the wind 
   hanging out her morning sheets
                                                     with wooden pins 
                                    O lovely mammal
                                                                her nearly naked teats 
                          throw taut shadows
                                                   when she stretches up 
to hang at last the last of her
                                             so white washed sins 
                but it is wetly amorous
                                                    and winds itself about her 
                   clinging to her skin
                                                 So caught with arms upraised 
           she tosses back her head
                                              in voiceless laughter 
   and in choiceless gesture then
                                                shakes out gold hair

while in the reachless seascape spaces

                                                  between the blown white shrouds 

       stand out the bright steamers

                                                     to kingdom come