30
  Rhetoric
These streets, crowded an hour ago, are empty—
what crows that followed the armies of old
will be the scavengers?
The winds of night.

31
All day the street has been quiet.
Not a branch sways,
only the leaves of the corner tree twinkle.

32
The branches about the street-lamp
are so thick with leaves, it shines
only on a flag of pavement;
leaf behind leaf the night rings.