The Dappled Shadows Of Youth And Summer

A suddenness of being
Young in the way the
Leaves fine tune
Themselves I am increasingly
Bored, tho'
Not with life. And youth
Is that smooth space
On the water after
Someone has dived. It is a stringing
Sort of pain
In the back
Of your leg all the shadows
Of those-same-leaves on the
Roof are
Like childhood. A blackbird
Disappears in
The space between the
Branches.

The wind is speaking Latin. Being
Young is
Knowing
Greek