Ice lolly is sticky
chin red chem stain
fixes ants to my mouth
who nest and burrow
and once, long ago
before music was invented
there were just hearts in the wind
and clouds, like paintings
and path, like on maps
and lines and patches
like I've seen in films
and over there, a tower on a hill
old stone and lonely 
really being there
probably a fire watch tower
or someone's folly