Adam made a seat of a stoop
and stared into the lit mist
His lover threw away a piece of bitter fruit
and noticed how differently
their hands were made
She pulled his fingers up and kissed
One light from a house high upon a ridge
suffused the vapor atmosphere
from the top of the crest to the gully cleft
a hundred paces off
Headlights caught the top of a tree
The road unbent
In a great sweep their beams discovered me
That moment went
and we returned to harmony,
to harmony
As the damp of the cool concrete
rose like a thin tide up around my seat
the tin sound of a tv played
from a dark room in a house around back
that an old woman and a man had made
The near slap of a screendoor slam
precedes a woman’s voice
She calls the name of a man
His answer and her first address
echo in the wilderness
down by the gully bridge
and up the long steep cedar bank
to the house high upon the ridge
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Jim Culleny; 1978
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Blink 