"I say to myself, don't read his poem if it hurts you so.
Don't sit in enporched, reading, rocking,
reading a young man's poem as if it were yours
or if it were to you.
You don't need an extra ache, my girl,
I say to her, young lady, old woman neither.
But what he has done is so beautiful.
Yes, but you explode with future too, too.
I'll write my best guess at the inlanders dance on the beach.
Pipers, and plovers, and further pelicans launch in a body,
because I run.
Distinct from the body is the rim so
that the still shell can swirl, and the swirling surge
can one still streak make."