My former student
In Germany, your sense of sound
Timing trees, wet with
wind, walk with Locusts. Beech sun,
wholesome as your sister's anxiety.
The sea urchins in Sardinia
can be eaten right from the foam.
Come here. I hear you hate
to say goodbye. Say, see you later
Say later, in Sardinia where German
is metal in your mouth & nostalgia
is trapped in tide pools &
foam's above your eye.
When I was ten and moved away,
I'd look a photograph of Newark Valley
to see Danny with
crawfish in hands that clamped,
as if to say, we've forgot you entirely.
Later, we'll see you again.
Be there first time.
Pools in the shallows, shallows in pools.