Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
Lying down at dark,
My waking fits your sleep.
As long as you
know you don't know,
not knowing's not
STOP LOOK LISTEN
as gate stripes swing down
count the cars hauling distance
upgrade through town:
Like a woman
I loved, I say
words to the dark,
not to suffer.
Not that he promised not to windowshop,
or refuse free samples; but he gave up
exploring warehouse bargains, and forgot
the trial offers he used to mail away for.
Homing, inshore, from far off-soundings.
Night coming on. Sails barely full.
in its dying, too light to lift us against
That you are moving so far
will not, as you say,
tear me apart; it is having
After the rebuilding was done, and
the wood stove finally installed, after
the ripping out of walls, tearing back to
its beams the house he'd lived in, frozen, for over