once upon a tree i sat upon time,
still and lost in the island covered
with the city.
as expected, i forgot the nuisance of living
with butter-churned people.
and remembered at your head's back
the humming color of your eyes.
eyes of introduction,
of communion.
when the moon is circled with warning
and the air is blue-black with god,
i feel i could reach out at you
and find in my hand
your soul
uncrumpled and a pleasure of loving.
leaves have begun to grace my shoulders.
their seasoned silence
recalls humid hands entangled in learning
and the beckoning of a freshly ground school
brewed to my satisfaction.
over my shoulder at yesterday,
the world met me with vinegar in her eyes
and purpose in her step.
now i grope for her hand
through jealous clouds.
(September 7,1965)
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