Mark the month and all its anniversaries
Make the time for all your possibilities
Hang around each street
As they clean up every corner
Thick with ghosts, the wind whips round in circuitries
Put away the draft of all your eulogies
They meet you on each street
As they meet you on each corner
Clear the way for all your private memories
Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies
Carrying words as strangers exchange pleasantries
They meet you on each street
Wash down every street
Do they intrude upon your private reveries
Notice newfound courtesies
As they meet you on each corner
Watch for daily braveries
To hang around each corner
Finger sudden legacies
