At the Sunshine Café
I remember an image
standing by my old VW
with Yvonne telling me a story
about how her father felt about love
and the way that Athena
sprung full-blown from her father's mind.
I don't know the meta-language
behind what she said, was it in code?
But we swiftly tumbled into the physics
of teaching children poetry.
I remember the way winter light
I remember the way winter light
soothed the edges of the hills.
7/26/1995
rev. slightly 17 Nov 2015
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