I can remember you, Kathy,
by a single tree
as sere as it was thin
where a path dwindled
and two robins, or perhaps three,  
(it was a heightened afternoon
and we had argued wearily)
piped pipe thin.
                           Your love since then
has proven me deciduous –
but where my lying fancies stray
I have manacled my mind
to make of us
a devilish cast, a dud tree,
your mouth ******* mine,
and a lark descending wretchedly.