Last night I dreamt again of a great mansion pink stone stained and diminished by acid rain ennobled by time attended by crumbling cherubs and warriors great gilded lions at the gates and a stone infant lying beneath the broken udders of a she wolf I walked with a young friend a former student who leaned conspiratorially against me as we continued down the path that lead from our gatekeeper’s house to the glorious pink mansion shrouded in the morning mist Later I said we will come back here later Now we must visit a teacher who is dying he is nearby and waiting for us (the Ringling Museum) 1968 Alan Lichtenstein New College, Sarasota, FL (Montclair, NJ, 2005)
Hiding Out