In June, the night proceeds apace.
In June , a sky burns blue and hot.
Landscape lies dug up in the park.
It is now your morning of indoors .
You see no maroon leaves falling.
A gardener gestures at no leaves.
Wind is loose on string like bird,
That ties the indoors to outdoors
When sky is indoors to balcony
Falling through glass of window.
An almond sheds maroon leaves
In indoors of a dug up landscape,
The sea lives outdoors of a park
Beyond wall ,with washer men
As washer men beat the clothes,
To indoor rhythm of a wet beat
As if in the indoors of orchestra.
They beat their daily lives at sea.