it wasn't that hard to keep track of

meaning:
it was impossible

you drew away
I suspect
long ago

before all these crumpled
mornings
in isolated
stolen sheets

we would talk of
musical
interjections on the
weekend

big sur
brattle st.
patterson

the grass and leaves
of Whitman

chekov, dosty, emerson

america

yawping on cedar
decks

grilling steaks

steaming asparagus

stretching our minds
so that they might
prophesy

and being young
just being young

it was beautiful
I tell you.