In the far nook of a fortress tower
bundled in fuzzy string
grids of sound dousing the green lawn
seen from a stone window
and a web of appealing straps
buckle's thrusting knots
roof's dusk to the breeze outside.

Drapes hung against the slanting city
sidewalk's warp of melted video tape
the cracked kernel of a flying saucer
reduced beneath the surging ferns.