girl called me from Georgia one night
and whap, snap, she reappeared just like that,
one never forgotten,
her white trash trailer dugout recalled,
motorbiking with her strapped around my waist
full throttle down St. Louis I-70
blasting through a cold field full of stars,
busting up those broken promises,
devouring our spicy celery soup mix
things around being certain and well fitted
sensing the onrush of more tides,
we wanted the reassurance of words
only to convince each other
this could be another rush of a dream
“it’s all right,
once it was all right, all right baby, now”
so I learn again anything may grow when there’s soul effort raining down,
and here pools are everywhere
AM I DROWNING?
to learn to save myself
I must first unlearn how to swim,
and then again float along
in that eternal time
that offers total life living
“there are so many little dyings it doesn’t matter which one we call death”
yes, I will not remember you.
you cannot remember me.
we will begin again to die again
only then you may find me
stranded out there,
still thirsty
deep inside your rain
10/8/74