Three windows are at work here， sophisticated

    spaces against the day， against the light.

    The sky looks as if it has been added later

    to a glimpsed world as nobody saw it.

    Small gaps of awkwardness between overlapping leaves

    bring their time to us， as we our time

    to them. The hand alone is amazing，

    the skull and the owner‘s hand holding it，

    together on a page for fifty years，

    with the earliest smile. A rope vase

    of flowers returns the angels

    to the ground， that still beautiful brown