Post-It II Tower Wave one week before my Birthday
I was sleeping
In the basement on Lake Street
Under the Chinese wall before chase
Before the Manhattan river walk
After the Mexican fiesta
(Or was it before? Who can say.)
D called and I didn't
Believe him
You said once
"You don't have to believe me."
Like a warning on the door
Den Toten zur Ehr
Den Lebenden zur Mahnung
They quoted me in
The Times
And on NPR
Two weeping
Trees
Shedding fire and men
Before the green
Egg
Samba
I brought you flowers
And you waved
From other trees
Living with RP
And M
Waiting for Bethesda
And a new hello
And my motley storm
Horse
And a kiss
For my birthday