Rhythm (1981)

In bed, half asleep
I listen to you moving
“to and fro” around.

Hardly Poetic
Hardly the Grace of gesture
(or is it the gesture of grace?)


they are rhythms, and yours.
Clean, efficient, with a style
I’ve come to recognize

They Move Me More Than The Sound of Many Poems.



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