St. Paul And All That

Letter Poem #2

Riding along in the beautiful day (there go two
blue enamel silos), half-reading about marvelous
Chamfort, thinking of "my own, my dearest," and
among other you thoughts-

White clouds in blue above the birches
You too are like my head, filled with
And adrift in love, which is the sap
That rises, stiffening these trees