The lake is sickAnd foaming at the mouth,Well, actually it’s just one edgeBut even so… … … Can you send a Physic? Or an ecologic wonder kid I am sure that one exists Somewhere in Olga Seems that sort of real holistic spot. I like your clothes Are you going somewhere special? A constant enquiry I endure With patience personified.Nowhere special I reply Each day I dress the same Change from my silken nightclothes Into pressed items from my walk-in closet.You mean you live here all the time? Fall, winter, summer and spring? Doesn’t it drive you mad The solitude, the lack of convenience. I nod, discussion would be pointless And lead to a harsh comparison, Them standing there in crumpled togs Pulled that morning from a canvas hold-all.