The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry