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?)

Still,

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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