Response (Cadillac Mountain)
So you can’t be anycomfort—soft moon of her joyfolded in rain, the dog leadingher by the arm to one or otherlichen-flecked green and purple stone—so youaren’t. You’ll go on.Watch the smallboats, weightless as dew,idle in the sound, flashing theirpoints of light.I’m alive in here.And need herto do the same—her fiery signal washed in blue haze.I …