Is the 'you' I see
The 'you' that's there?
There must have been
Some pain somewhere
To've wiped the joy
From off your face
To've slowed you talk,
Your walk, your pace
What pain?
What thrill?
What cause?
Or lust?
Robbed you from
Our sacred trust?
I don't know!
And yet I care
Since I see you in despair
Since I see your tired face
Your sharp remarks
Your stiffness.
O island that
Stands alone...
What need have you
for water, earth, or God?
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June 10,1983
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