Study of Early Morning

when the shadows clear I’d see the fruit I couldn’t pluck:
posterity is one long ending and eternity is the final day.
luck then is a rule of chance which dictates every movement
of the worlds, the stars, and all the vendors on the roadside.
the morning mist rolls in among the tables on the pavement;
the acrid sound of punters and sweet trek of broken trolleys
leads each man and woman off to work,
5 ‘o clock waits for them like death.