Across from a bus
are still on display. In tight white
jeans and a sweater to match, a slim woman strides past them.
I've seen her before. It summer in the Catskills. She was ten,
I was eight. I chased her around a pond, until catching her, I
tried for a kiss. She laughed, I frowned.
Into the woods is
where the spirits lead us with unconscious
movements toward gnosis kardia. Can
the city do this too? When the church's steeple disappeared
inside a cloud, at the age of nine Dante attended a party where
he met Beatrice, the hosts' eight-year-old daughter...the boy fell
in love with her immediately. Their relationship seems to have
been mainly at a distance, for a friend told me she has "a personal relationship
with God," I laughed, she frowned.