The table
A man first day with gladness to finish work.
Then he put his keys on the floor then he put his jacket on the floor to organise everything
Then he opened his window to here the endless plotting smoke and to here the bicycle and the birds.
Then the man smelt outside and there was burnt clutches.
Those he hated those were put on the floor.
He reached out and placed on the floor endless.
He didn’t complain about nothing no more.
