I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
      Took my name away.

      It took five seconds
For the barefoot boy's wet track
      To dry on the porch.

      From a tenement,
The blue jazz of a trumpet
      Weaving autumn mists.

      In a barbershop
The stench of soap and hair,—
      A hot summer day!

      Don't they make you sad,
Those wild geese winging southward,
      O lonely scarecrow?

      Not even the cat
Could escape the sudden rain
      From the July sky.