| ...with love and squalor... he told us kids not to hurt ourselves speeding so fast from what we were driving through the ancient roman ruins of Detroit the brutal earnestness of affection saved for your sighs with eyes of violent love the falls of grace and gratitude i love you for this and for all the things you'll forget to do i have so much faith in you the common sighs we shade our eyes in colors gray and beautiful if this is it i'm holding fast to the mountain-top clouds and the seasons past (* paraphrased from poet M. Doughty) |