Today the sun denies us and there is no wood for the fire The cat leaps to my back over my shoulder follows my brush I have surrounded you with purple in your absence Japanese colors are cheap but fugitive fading a little more each hour of each day Now I add blue as you sleep and tighten the rocks behind your head The water begins to move breaking against the gray sand Two thumb tacks to the wall in line with your waking vision (Brackenwood, Monte Rio, CA) Russian River New Collage, Sarasota, FL, 1974
Hiding Out