Absentee Indians and Other Poems

Evolutions

Evolutions At night passing by watching life in each lighted window. My heart strains to hear Mick Kelly's lonely music. Me hunting, too for something more more tangible than baby grand gleaming in round window alcove. Reading the stories of those houses in snatches of green flowered wallpaper heavy beige fabrics. Counting their riches in book-lined shelves in Santa suits at Christmas. 61 62 II Counting mine in treasured designs engravings fine etchings of memory. Passing by with you at night on the streets of Billings of Dickinson. Feeding our visions. The white puffs of breath escaping on the fall air. Finding music in the spiraling tones of your voice, riches in the gleam of your storied eyes. III Turning, leaves to color, your face to lines, to graying, to ghost puffs of memory, to vision. At night passing by your face in the darkened window ofa dream. A reflection of visions turning over like centuries, of lives turning over. Evolutions. 63 ...