I sit in the sun like a cancer patient
but with a lot of hair
and strong teeth and powerful hands
a large man but not larger than life
I learned a lot in that bus station, the one near the hotel
that rents rooms by the hour. I noticed a young woman
wearing slippers: the color of her blouse matched
the color of her nails. One sharp dresser's hair was dyed,
We went there together, where we imagined, and went on,
and we parted company beyond the Pleiades somewhere
and I saw a far star faintly and something said to me That is home.
I was amazed and wanted to go there and I went, pulled by light,
I woke up without hope
and walked out into the wide fields
and saw what may have been a river
or a layer of low mist
It has happened again, the green,
green apple tree, green alfalfa field,
I had forgotten it would happen again.
My heart leaps.