Afraid, although it's real,
that love has leaked away
on the waters of words I say,
yet it's the love I feel,
that's like something you said,
a body of land, turned,
smooth-coasted, with that unspurned
ocean behind your head
where retreats out of me
what I would not claim,
that for a moment has my name,
then's the sea
and good, that has your
entreaty, lack of concern,
an embrace I learn
that I knew at once, before
knowing enough to say
at all still blackly running
out beyond my cunning
away, to say it stay.
dusk, the bar
now tom is gone
all action stays
pint-sized. What
achievement
matches
that glowing
failure?
this loss, my
comrades, stands
so far beyond us,
it leaves us
wordless
in the dwindling
shade
(a cigarette crimples/ out.)
