If it's ten dollars it's ten dollars don't worry about
It The money will come from somewhere from the golden-
branched arms
Of Daphne perhaps!
Abducted by Apollo screaming
Into mid-night being lit by your sleep
O Woman that I love arbor of golden banners
Being "turned on"
On the far side of the earth's shadow red and gold
Obsessed banners
In the wind being saluted by thousands
In Tien Min Square

        "We know what time it is"

   We know
When the seasons get their directions
To change
By the hand of the infant in the womb reaching to grasp for
Love raising its hand to the clenched first salute
Our time of life My Love all we need
To prosper us
We write the Book of Eternal Splendors
Inside ourselves
I take with me
A minute frozen wave called from the Pacific
That turns to a drop af snow on your hair
I take with me the words of my neighbors
Said to me in idleness or in deep thoughts
Isabel and Edwin Cermy exulting in
Their retelling of the story
Of seeing Pablo Neruda's visage on television
On their trip to Peking in 1952
I take their attention given to that moment
And offer it to you an old man at 5:00pm bowing his head on a bench
taking off his fedora - style hat swinging it idily in afternoon haze
Good Morning surprise that greets the owrd "OUI" writtten in electric
blue on the black sweat-shirt of a young girl strolling by