Lyrics

LOVE POEM

Everything is clear
The stars make their names
in the great expanse & what is chance
is left to less than chance—

Walking these streets
these fields
these woods alone
I bend to tie
the one lace
that always comes
undone

remembering
how yesterday
among the dried-out wheaty stems &
spent browns of the cattails that broke
without provocation or endeavour
sumac
flaming
burst

10/26/2001