AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE the sirens, the steps on the sidewalk, a book on my lap, my pipe, the sirens, an offer of a drink, settling down into the sofa, raising my hand to receive the drink, the sirens, how slick a cool glass becomes, the dew on it, the thought of dew hung at the tips of grass blades, the morning light, the creatures hurrying amongst the pale feet of the grass, the multitude of lives, of pleasures, the sirens the sirens the sirens