The extensive system of the roofs.
A giant, complicated scale,
unknown what it measures:
the weight of the sky, the parade of the clouds,
or the sight of the sun.
A weight unit never tipping.

And a fountain, The body of living water.
Like a jet that squirts out throught the spout
of a whale – stops in time.
Stairscases and resting places. Street level.
Basement window. Ribbon tied to the railing of the balcony.
Drying clothes in the arms of the wind.

And deep gardens in that direction.
Touching the other gardens.
And laid tables under the trees.
But what’s hiding in the bottom of the bushes can’t be seen,
nor can what is in the purses of women, and what prescription
the doctor writes for fever.