You said you were unsure
About my motives
But took the doubts
To be all of your own making
Yet here, back in this locale
It is your name that enters my mind
As though the depth
Of deeper association could be denied
The trees are greener
Than ever I remember
And yes I do see you
And Pauline climbing high
In that beech
Or was it a sycamore
Downalong Broadwalk Boulevard
The sun is bright
Here before eight in the morning
As bright as that afternoon after class
As bright as many times
In that spring
And early summer
The doubts are always with me
They are a valuable source
For a writers inspiration
I am somewhat more settled now
But often write
On the future of past associations
This poem is from the collection
