Determined to not forsake the warriors yet
planted along the edge of the woods - Aleck
and Jessamyn and Worobey, all - I needed to
decide a response - armaments again or just
plain love? Every shadow I see is peculiar
to something else - without equal and all
different. Here, then, it is 1954 again and I
am looking at a wall. Plastered and
patchworked, things are falling off it.
Even back then I felt it my
duty to find sequence.
And now I have, yes,
but it's all a