and he considered, this is my
metier the way the morning turns up
and the nikaus are sufficiently
green and the plane trees
and the windows of Paris..
to be one of the plainsmen is where
I want to be which is to be free
of course and a bit risky
on a roan maybe
if I can stop it or make it turn corners..
and wash it down
coffee after the beans..
the only windmills would be western
there (prance little Renault prance)