the empty pool

too unpressed for strategy so dignity must be spared, watch the leaves in the empty pool as the widow drew her shade, season was here, no drums to calm their fear, let's drink the leper's beer, the leper's playing his salsa game and tempest swept dark land, the lover's turns and parasites over the frying pan, coffee's brewed, and the men playing cards, and the mystery plane, and the forest winds, their searching out overy the sea