Time of Distance

because evening leaks
embarrassment

& Tuesday’s cuddled
in a tree

because you’ve written me
a dusty letter

from virginia & you’re lonely
& I’m lonely

& in our loneliness
we love the distance

shyly, slowly
night becomes serious

so serious
there’s a full moon

on my ceiling, I recite
the various seas . . .

there’s the sound of sand
in my eyes, down my throat

want dreams itself
into a wish
washes my thoughts
so clean it’s early morning

autumn
in yr arms

just outside
of boston