Sport 17: Spring 1996
A Poem About Us
A Poem About Us
Your concern concerns me
and I wish I could put down the pen
and say I'm afraid,
forgive me if cold homescapes attract
and repel me, sometimes, your cold
hands are hold enough
I think
as we lie looking at unmarked postcards
from Malta like it was heaven
that we are spirits anchored,
rocking together, apart, together.