There as in the Water of a Mirror

Never again to trust the solitude of rivers

Nor open fields receding from either shore

No more murmurations of starlings that rise

In one many-winged whirl to settle again

With a single instinctive mind on tilled soil

Never again the blank blue sky empty

And cloudless like your last-time eyes

When we stood there discussing spiders

Found in birds’ bellies and the sentence

Where we prepared for whatever might

Happen in the aftermath of introductions

Never again our frost affected thoughts

Turning toward tropical erotic zones
Where we'll meet again in paradise