&:Seven Poems I

                             i will be
M o ving in the Street of her

bodyfee l inga ro undMe the traffic of
lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i n    g S
    uddenl
Y          totouch
                   the curvedship of
                                     Her-
....kIss   her:hands
                     will play on,mE as
dea d tunes OR s-cra p-y lea Ves flut te rin g
from Hideous trees or

    Maybe Mandolins
                    l oo k-
    pigeons fly ingand

whee(:are,SpRiN,k,LiNg an in-stant with sunLight
then)l-
ing all go BlacK wh-eel-ing

oh
  ver
      mYveRylitTle

street
where
you will come,
                  at twi li ght
   s(oon & there’s
   a              m oo
)n.