sure you rest content behind the door of the room you made white while I leave my helplessness for the dark around back where I walk past my car and stand blindly by the pump looking up at the stars coming out of the black field the deaf horse behind the fence groping for grass among the walnuts under the tree reaching over us after the light over the great barn whose gray walls were built there by the dead who put down their roots and made this place what it was my love what it is your blood wanting sure the dirt but the trammeled mind is clean you know what you like and don’t give a fuck about the dark that gets out of a body or the dew out here that joins me in the grass waiting sure you don’t come after me after that I wait for a time in fact

14 September 1974