In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is <br />on St. Mark's Place too, beneath a white moon. <br />I'll go there tomorrow, dark bulk hooded <br />against what is hurled down at me in my no hat <br />which is weather: the tall pretty girl in the print dress <br />under the fur collar of her cloth coat will be standing <br />by the wire fence where the wild flowers grow not too tall <br />her eyes will be deep brown and her hair styled 1941 American <br />will be too; but <br />I'll be shattered by then <br />But now I'm not and can also picture white clouds <br />impossibly high in blue sky over small boy heartbroken <br />to be dressed in black knickers, black coat, white shirt, <br />buster-brown collar, flowing black bow-tie <br />her hand lightly fallen on his shoulder, faded sunlight falling <br />across the picture, mother & son, 33 & 7, First Communion Day, 1941-- <br />I'll go out for a drink with one of my demons tonight <br />they are dry in Colorado 1980 spring snow.<br /><br />Ted Berrigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-certain-slant-of-sunlight/
