Last Month

        No changes of support—only
	Patches of gray, here where sunlight fell.
	The house seems heavier
	Now that they have gone away.
	In fact it emptied in record time.
	When the flat table used to result
	A match recedes, slowly, into the night.
	The academy of the future is
	Opening its doors and willing
	The fruitless sunlight streams into domes,
	The chairs piled high with books and papers.
	 
        The sedate one is this month’s skittish one
	Confirming the property that,
	A timeless value, has changed hands.
	And you could have a new automobile
	Ping pong set and garage, but the thief
	Stole everything like a miracle.
	In his book there was a picture of treason only
	And in the garden, cries and colors.