I am a Tree, My Lovers Fly to and From Me:
 
1
She appeared, soaring out of the sunset


of San Francisco, leaving Hayakawa and his cops.


She brought smiles and flutters, black babies


and a white dog who would eat no bones


I was a boy then, non born and bred among


bricks and bars. I was a boy then, and I trembled


Before her beauty, and her might. I felt fright


and I bent and shook and leaned and would not


stand still. And she flew away. Zoom.
 

 


2
She came, zooming outta New York with the sun


in her hair. Her smiles were white teeth. Her breast


were plums in my mouth. We ride south thru the night.


Her thighs were warm and soft like summer,


and our love was thick and spilled like milk


Under the Missouri sky. There was water and laughter


and friends bringing gifts. I was a man then, but


still afraid, and stones began to grow in our bed.