portable overcast
spilling off walls,
rocks dangling then tumbling,
climb aboard for a cosmic ride
inspired players upon a snowdrift highway
join forces to gas up,
this, a trip of joy,
this, a late supper show,
warm sleeping bags to be shared these passionate nights
we are warm sleeping bags shared over passionate nights,
close up candles deep in thought,
where no other light distracts:
will our breaths ever spring so fluently?
will our visons ever embrace so unconditionally?
St. Louis
1972