the strangest thing--
  i woke one night to a rain so slight
    it rose as much as fell
   and hissed upon my clothes
     of fern and philosophy--
 i wandered in that half-moon light
   thru a wood itself a river
  and an unfinished cemetery
    innocent and pristine--
   the strangest thing--
  to find you with pale wings rent
    and soft mouth clever
   as your name bore the form
     of everything--