At ten AM the young housewife br moves about in negligee behind br the wooden walls of her husband’s house. br I pass solitary in my car. br br Then again she comes to the curb br to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands br shy, uncorseted, tucking in br stray ends of hair, and I compare her br to a fallen leaf. br br The noiseless wheels of my car br rush with a crackling sound over br dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.