For Dianne


As if its brilliance had weight and measure

the quiet pliant valence of your heart’s way

bathes my worst sorrows and puts away the pain


‘mid the nervous propositions of our days

I see you, heart within a heart, longing to sense

repose at some extraordinary point in the landscape

Yes yes time is not only ours, it cannot be shared

a lesson never lately learned but lately forgotten

And that point in the landscape is all around us.

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