Troubadour (Feb. 2004)

One kiss forever changed me -- not the
First but the one love at last deemed
Me ready for, an hour before
Spring woke the world with urgent green
And torrid rivers. Her song then
Found my mouth and since has never
Ceased babbling of blue skies and rafts
Floating over drowned suburbs and
Churches I once prayed in. Merry
In mind yet desperate of heart,
That music is my sea-horse,
My life from shore to shore. Heaven
Knows where that woman fled to
Affrighted by this strange throat’s roar:
In that river I sing her soar.