THE SUN HAS BEEN SHINING

like the broken white rim of
David’s bike it’s not bad
but clanks along (the front flat tire
now shredding)
on the sidewalk like a train
with David’s
whistle & one light
and last week in the
night we both
heard the train but didn’t mention
it – till this morning
when it’s cool and bright and so
clear you almost wish it were almost cold
still almost Winter and you’ve just stepped out
after being sick
such a
long
time –
no it isn’t the full fat
summer sun
you could glide on all the way to watch
the trains they do –
you have to work for this one
and stand the concrete down to your soul –
but you know at least
how to love
and how much


1970