In a stone wall across a misty street
In the rain falling between two skyscrapers,
In the echoing pounding of my heels on a long city walk,
My brain caressed your image.
You floated in a still place.
Shafts of light and images
Rubbed against you, went through you,
Replaced your heart, arms.
My incomplete conception of you
Danced in the black disappearing end of a
Train disappearing down a tunnel
With its four corner lights, two red and two white,
Growing closer together in the distance.
From Personal & Impersonal (New York: Defintion Press, 1959)