Sonata
we
have gotten beyond all that
shadows
in the new moon
forsythia,
lilac, wisteria, red bud,
dogwood
and azalea in May
sun
in equinox too soon
tulips,
this is a letter
a
plea to the spring sight of you
London
in May, July in Syracuse
I
am so hungry for the past
filled
with lovers
at
least then I had my pick
to
bite the full throat of you
to
sleep in your arms
to
lay my hair across your face
to
claim you simply
as
one bends and picks a flower
red
hibiscus in wind
my
hands trembling
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