Circles for May

How perfect that
the year, the time, the
new life that began with
a run, a talk, giddy
sprinklers at 2 am and
expression of melting
infatuation--
so ends, or, really,
renews its next round with
a run, some talk, giddy
sprinklers at 2 am and
new infatuation slipping
between spoonfuls of
melting ice cream.

In between it seems I
have ridden that road
wrapping round east rock
with the regular rhythm of
breathing--
but tonight, I ran,
exam adrenaline racing and
releasing only when
New Haven lay before
us, reflected light, or a
sigh of a city, a mirage,
maybe, Gotham softened
by the sea. Every path
sighed summer smells,
sweat and silky night
perfume, flowers I will
put in my hair and wear even
if not one can see,

No one can see the path
ahead and watchman,
what of the night? what of
it, I say no more sleep, just
sprinklers,please, and
spoons of softened
Ben and Jerry's, and more
sprinklers, and showers, and
summer.

CVP