So here's another poem of my undergraduate poems.
Acts past beyond the boundary of mere wishing.
Not privy looks, hedged words at times you saw.
These blundering, heart surrendered
troopers were small presence made and waiting for the tram.
Then once you said waiting was very kind and looked surprised.
Surprising for me too, whose every movement had
been missionary.
A pleasing tongue unheard.
I had not thought that you, who nothing else saw,
would see this.
So very kind was merest overflow.
Something I had not reckoned in myself.
A chance deserter from my force.
When we touched hands, I felt the whole rebel,
feared mutiny, and turned away thinking,
if these were trickling through a dam,
I must have love enough to run a factory on, or give
a city power, or drive a train.
Well that's a sort of cosmic love poem.
[LAUGHTER]