you were there
beside me
one evening
in the season
of the masque
we smiled
danced
together
yet apart
our minds turned
in time
and even then
we might
have kissed
but
we went
our ways
coming back again
and again
to that
turning place
where you stepped
back
vamoosed
when it seemed
my eyes my heart
my mind
looked in play
another way
once
i followed
the fall
of your feet
to a silent girl
on a stool
in a country store
in maine
listening to the coming
and going
of plain voices
boots
another
i took you
to a farmhouse
at the bottom
of the pacific
set between cliffed coast
and a mountain
conical almost
as fuji
we saw a boy
inside
silenced
by the thrash
of rain
on the iron roof
one dusk
as we walked in still parkland
where love flowed
from the folds of green trees
and the music of the world
was a piano
faroff
we stopped and embraced
dropped veil
after veil
the brief season
over
i do not hold you to me
for any reason
and you
place no bars in my way
life calls us both
to other places
but in silences
or should
we either fall on the road
and cry out
why may not the door
to the dancing room
come open
that never closed