heart's claim not shared

what to do

the manage of dark forces

becomes mine alone

the wills above (birds)

but passing premises,

like as not an owl solos:

"yeah, yeah, all right"

the last of the sky collects,

the air near our bodies

turns closer.  Clouds

interblur the sun's

transit to the dark.

Crickets even the night,

an evening splintered by

a thousand lightning bugs

who listen to the owl's advice:

"yeah, yeah, all right"

01/29/82