it’s you
you
i know you
gods be warned
i know you
without assigning a name
resisting every possible old soul cliche
through
the roman empire
the dynasties of china
older than that
before there existed a bering sea
i have traveled with you
i have loved you
i have breast fed on a balcony in naples in 1849
because of a night with you and too much wine
and after all this time
was pleased to hear
your voice has not changed