(San Jose to Louisville -- 1989)
No one can tell you
Not to listen
With half an eye to fate
Another
Half occluded
Any one had
Half a heart
Would hear
What snow amounts to
Above a city's profits
An attendant
Face angled into light as
She lifts into heaven
Ahead
[She loves to hear him
Whisper "solipsism" in her ear]
Pressure we share
Attendant upon
Arising
A mother draws
Four of each for
Her two children
Who persist
In saying "seven"
Sentences take more time
As our shadow
Across snow
Flying etches
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