If patience were a ray or sweet word
       It would never fail here
The keen bone of quiet is like faith
        Listen to the heat
        Feel the violet view
Cold motion has no reward
For Winter's just a painting on the wall
And Spring's wind is always perpendicular
        To time
Even if Lucille got the job you wanted
On the 5th floor with the Big Four
Shaking hands in her yellow suit
And chic bobbed hair
        She’s dead now with unnarrowing
        Limits of grass
And the song succeeds with blackbirds
         And promise
Outlasting music's endnote.