transient messages

Someone likes leaving messages on the sharp canes of the rambling rose. They like that long but narrow-and-curved surface; they fill it with their minute script. They're voluble; they have a lot to say.



But they're writing in frost you say. It's all going to melt away as the day advances.

Well, true, but maybe that's long enough. And look: here someone at some point put some words--they posted a bill (probably a notice saying "posted," actually)--but those words, too, have melted away, and all...