Dedication

I find the everythings I'm chasing wind
Their ways on wings of wrens within the willows
That wrap themselves around my very wrists unkind
To keeping friends who flee before the billows.

Beloved friends who feel that they must flee
Before my new obsessions and impatience--
I have Cassandra's gift of truth--my plea,
I know, has never willow-bound relations--

I write these verses you won't read to tell
You of my love that doesn't end when you
Abandon me, deny me, curse to Hell
Me--so the Muse will help me say what's true.

I live in isolation with my Muse
And all our children--them I'll always choose.