Poetry – Page 289

the earish lad, @ once m’ladies, begin again among the stones, the water’s ripe

and julianne across equators a hill- side stand the other shore & there & then

ki rill e a a lay song the ladies strand & on a floe

O the pipes r psi n from there & then to lass a life line air

litter ‘bridge’ @ hush wind aside a trail & sigh roan red