Or Take For Instance the Time I Found You

My ill-favored number laughing and laughing

Beside a windowpane where flowers burned

Quietly as a steadfast yellow flame one could

Believe God himself had gently lit breathing

Softly so as not to blow it out O what secret what

Obscure doubt made us smile while enormous

Words fluttered only a room away where things 
Remembered came to light cluttered thoughts 
On a bedside table?  I was thinking of you 
Always dry on a beach you and your wan 
Infidelities your legs gloved knee-high in fine 
Black stockings what gorgeous fortunes!
At once and forever we drew the blinds

All the words had busted wings and street sounds