THEFT OF A LINE FROM BLY cold morning but he hardly noticed the rain drooped over him leftover daffodil leaves were drooping in it as a child he had a doll named droopy a comical dog he cherished for its conversation and privacy the difficulty of transport getting through to someone is just the beginning of communication he thinks where to have lunch time can be felt as pressure time can be felt! he realizes it is inside us the sky has cleared and he notices that even after hard work during the day he has high spirits my spirits are high just now he thinks though my mind droops you can watch him get into his car it takes him down the ramp round and round the streets have cleared it is nearly dark everyone's world is realistic but each is a different reality he thinks or is it you the streets dried by friction soil damp a white wrapper in the shadows by the highway one star brilliant in the west ahead