There was too much moon over the night in Middlebury
so I put a man's face in front of it, and then I loved
that man. There was too much hair soaked in sweat
along the trails in Galicia, so I cut off my head
and put a man's face in front of it, and then my love
poured out like water over a copper bust, or the rain
along the trails in Galicia, where I cut off my head
and kept walking. There were too many monuments
pouring water over their copper busts, a verdigris rain
on the fountain of the Hamburger Rathaus. Too much to remember
so I kept walking, learning the names of too many monuments.
I wanted to go home. I do remember
the Hygieia fountain at the Hamburger Rathaus. Remember
there were too many shadows and they changed too often.
Remember I wanted to go home,
which was a shadow, so I didn't.