The Rain Has Made Me Late To Work

this morningxxwashedxx so that fragrances _ rise while
_youxxinconceivable sleep _curled up wise bud in my
bedxx and Ixxincredulous pedal the hill to this day _my
workxxfacing dusty stacks with a secret small music
called _maybexxyour facexxcould unfurl for mexxlater

but nowxxis the time when happiestxxI should be writing
poemsxxand indeed _ they stir aroundxxin here it may be the
time having come to themxxor they to her the ideas
arriving to someonexxit has justxxoccurred to mexxI grab
a yellow _padxxhide in the _shelvesxxinsteadxxsweet letter.