Meet me at
St. Nicholas
Among the oaks

Behind the church

That sway like pig-tailed girls

As summer wind whistles
Around your bare-skin knees
And the forsythia leaves


In the shade
Lay with me

Tickled by
The feather reed


That's where the trees grow old
Under the ivy's hold
As you in my two arms

Equally safe from harm

And in a hazy day dream

Our bodies married the stream
And we grow down into pebbles and silt


The water ran from the fields
Until the oceans we filled
And found the sea-bed the comfiest quilt


There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats
In rows from transept to chancel to nave

And when their anger had paused, I turned and answered their calls
With your just audience, I'm the applause
We take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children

With lilies bunched in our hands
We fake our concern and speak softly as the children
Tells wife to cancel her plans


Take a body to water, take a body to tundra
Just take me with you as well