From mouse@network.ucsd.eduTue Feb  4 17:40:04 1997
(by September)

	To Lindsay

A girl on a tree swing
Lay eased in loam skirts
The moon arose a kneecap
And thirst wet her lips

Behold, girl: a black widow
Commands a cool apple husk
Under your perched buttocks
The world itself sways

In nine cities the houses
Hold moons on dazed windows
In harnessed tree our girl
Sways an hour and leaves

How the dog mauls its heart
If long unfed by its keeper
So does my love catch itself
And wing farther than sight