-first love-

they told me:

get out from under the porch

be quiet on the stairs

be careful

be careful

watch the cars

don’t get bumped.

they said:

bring the change home

stay away from the ledge

she said:

if they jump

will you jump too?

they said:

don't drown at the ledge.

he said:

bend your knees

close your stance

choke-up

choke-up

go get me some Luckies.

she said:

clean your plate

there are kids in China

put those things in the hamper
she said:

what are you doing under there?

she said:

go get your father some Luckies.

they asked:

is this yours?

is this yours?

they told me:

pay attention.

they said: pay attention.

her name is Bernadette

her hair is yellow

the miner said gold

the poet said meadow

her hair is yellow

we sat on the quiet edge of the stairs

on the porch to her house.

her name is Bernadette 

the setting sun drapes

a violet's tint across her dress.

she said it's late

she said we shouldn't

her hair is yellow

she said let go

she said let go.

I said:
read my poem.

Quequechan, c.'53