“Excavation,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 27
You listen well, she said.
I hadn’t known I was listening—
Only mining her for the gold she was,
Asking through layers of
Sedimentary experience, beneath
All the barriers and buttresses of years,
To tap the richest vein,
The deepest treasure of her heart.
I listen well?
You live exquisitely, my friend.
I want to learn