The apparitions of these faces in a crowd. Petals on a wet black bough. (1)

The accumulation of these facts of life. Despair. Joy. Random luck.

The roustabout in the corral. The horses have escaped. Help.

The noises in the corridor all day. Distracting yet intriguing.

The risk of sleeping with a stranger. Chance and confusion abound.

Recognitions of times past, and packed up. As memories, bad dreams.

The selfishness of the man in the street. Singular, needing more.

The wickedness of the financial adviser. Prophesying greed, through and through.

The squalor of the isolation ward. Observing every move on concrete.

Darn the sheets, sell the bread. Let's get the show on the road.

The drugs are displayed. The lives are affected. END.

The midnight flit of these people. With a dark and passionate past.

The monotony of the sewing tasks each Saturday. With the football on the radio.

1. Ezra Pound, of course.