I walked to the beach today
First, through your rose surrounded door
No one was watching
My roar was silence itself, so far apart
Down the lane my footsteps went
One footfall; there was no other
If, as all the while, the quiet knew
This is how lovers stall
That was the lover’s view
There, with something & everything
& nothing; out to follow the West wind
Rescind those thoughtless thoughts
Posted in reply
To your innocent letter
When angst got the better of you
& the better of my idealism
A schism that forced apart
The endless cynicism behind this art
