Elizabeth Willis

Envoi

     
             In extremes
     of affection
             only to be seen
     
     when the mind's a heart
     
             Seeing
     by the dark grass
     
     (your swallow)
     
     (my bud)
     
             Being sure
     to walk through it
     
     To be imperfect
     
     A crime and a gospel / is
     
     because of you
     
     at length
     and in these
     
     little falls
     

Copyright © 1993 Elizabeth Willis

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