Colorful clothesline ornate
Between balconies of brown buildings
That the breeze will tease every now and so

And where the sun may never strike
Even though there’s light

The mad man with the birds will
Look up at me and smile and I’ll
Laugh at his plants and birds and underpants
Sitting on my brown balcony

I hear the breeze and the bustle below
And the screams from far
And the life around where I am
Alone but not cut off

I am small and the railings large
In between I explore the world where I am
Alone but not cut off

Brown pegs fly below me
Ending in a distant crash
Giving me a little satisfaction
So below me they fly more

I feel the breeze and a distant chill
I feel the time stand still
And my form unchanged
And my state serene