At last I bought
the flower pot, now sitting
on the kitchen window sill.
Between the cupboard and the sink,
it may perhaps be good
still
to welcome swallows and herbs.
The wind will bring me
all this as well as
exhaust pipes, escaping carbon monoxide.
Corrections and other evils
having also been exhausted,
I concentrated
in detail
and seriously
(as much as possible)
on growing the
everyday words left over
in my pockets.