Everyone comes to gather,
mingle in this small room with windows
too high to give onto any view. Good people, yes.
I know that, but just as soon as I can, I slip away,
unobserved, to my car. Drive into town.
Follow a black Saab driven by a man in a Santa suit.
Find a place to park. When I step out into the light
it's all oh, that's still there and well, that's just the same.
The black bell
starts to swing
above the alms houses.
I watch its slow arc.
Dust blows down
the bright street.