Is You

Is You

As is here
There is nothing
As something so soft
As a tear.

As is often goes reaching
From fire to frost is the gloss of your cheek
As each slender week tenderly tossed goes calendering,
Secretly, year lost to year.

As is here
There was nothing
Is something
As no one
Is you.

(written circa 1965)

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