Poems of Love and Longing
Never Knew this Place Was Here
The woman says to the man:
Your eyes remind me of a deer we once had.
It belonged to my brother; it ran away.
The man says to the woman:
When you cry and I taste your mouth;
I think of the estuary in Pescadero
Where sweet river waters mingle with the ocean.
Where stubborn barnacles are like bunches of flowers.
Where sea anemones open, open their mouths,
Close and open again.
Where the deer cross the field of yarrow and verbena,
Pass hemlock and bush lupine,
To come down
Down to the sweet water to have a drink
Before it’s gone.
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