. 43 .

there are many numbers,

most are broken, a few retained.

i have 43. crushed the others

while walking.

heard the cuckoo call, louder and

louder, felt the sun, thought of africa,

from where they come.

there is a new path, around the lake,

by the power house. it may hum,

yet it is a gentle place.

we kicked about there all day.