To Beth M.
There are moments when I feel very alone,
As if lost in the hurly-burley of the city
Then I think of you, and your hazel eyes
Back in the day of silly adolescence
I remember your sense of humor
And when we laid down fondling fumbling
Our virginity our path and our goal
You luminous in the dark.
What Shall I Write About?
Start with the obvious, the wallpaper,
designs of flowers, purple dead nettles
that I saw near Port Jervis
climbing the scenic route hills and valleys
is it a real wildflower, only on disturbed
ground or manmade disturbance I picked
one no one knew so the magic mirror
the Internet purple flower New Jersy photo
please and so many purple flowers
maps with green spots,
start with the basics.