To you I rejoice

to the Hemlocks
that are gone

I find that ghost of a Spring
where you and I once lived

Perhaps

you were really here
perhaps not, mellowed in

the mud and fire
I step out of myself

slide into focus
capturing this space

forgiving You

How I cherish
its southernmost edges

as day drops to what was
this side of the light

of the sharp hills and valleys

raising you

without you

close to Evening

so close

Exalted one
I remember you here

your clamor of city
calumnious as the hour

its unknown art
Perhaps tomorrow

I shall forget
whatever is yours

A small path
where you might travel

drying in the light
heated and alone

It knows, what you know

She asks
what she asks

windward
North

becomes North
with its Dawn

its eyes
infinite

silent clock
solitude

There are ways
into this

breech star
of intimacy

Wrap yourself
roundabout

with it
Now

Each in
Each out

Heart
Dawn wonder

Glory upon Glory
Sea and Salt

Wind and Spray
See to it

suspect
brick from its heat

Where are the Loves
gone past?

Where, when each to one another
We go

gentle and pleading
innocent and new