for Maggie
A boy fishes
the shallows
of the Irish Sea.
To the burrless,
to the all gently—
To the Sprit, as
promised, padding
a huntress-
type of green.
A drifting...
for millenia—
millennia of rain,
thunder,
of ending.
And still, too,
a nebulous
people-
ment.
A whist. All
as you wish.
Tonight
across the galaxy
in old old waves,
The Beatles—
only just beginning.
