Twenty White Tents - Polvo

Man in a chair
Outside in the air
Rubbing on the leg which he broke three times falling from a tree which he could not climb
Man lays down
Whispering names of towns
Forgot about the one where he ran all night up to a river where he almost drowned
Caterpillar crawls on the table beside him
A shiny short cloth with a shaggy trim
Memories have never got to
always approach him
Twenty white tents on a yellow lawn
Man on his feet
Wrapped in a cotton sheet and he's almost as tall as he was before
Wrapped in a blanket on a sandy shore
Man watches birds
Whispering made up words like the ones long ago then he plays the song and he's singing to himself as he walked along
Caterpillar crawls on the table inside him
Gonna grow wings at the break of dawn
Particles have lost lonely gifts await him
Twenty white tents on a yellow lawn