When trees

(in their season)

like bells or clotheslines

cocoon

                  the very core of our attention

compel

                  the very sky to grand

                  reflection—when

                                piquant gentle-breathed

                                  dobermans

                                   stroll the street, caught

in the lure

of juvenile territory games—

when

             the very core of our attention

            is caressed

            by a street-level mortgage and loan association—

                           and when we are

                           thus caught in the lure

                           of a sort of cummingsesque

cartoon—

then when        

                          has no center

                          is then

un

       foc

               us

                       ed  a

                       beseech

able

           core of attention.