Birds warble in the sunshine trees under which I contemplate the season of my satisfaction. I am satisfied in seeing what I want and do not have. It is a woman with her children It is a man and a woman. It is the trees with birds among their limbs. It is the sunshine mingling. It is fall and I am lonely like the fall. I am lonely like the distance between the glances of passing strangers. Like the silence between the birds’ songs and the notice of their singing.
29 September 1979