ELEGY

“I cannot give you much or ask you much.”

not for a noonday walk,

the leaves and flowers we saw

collaged on asphalt--

no, nor my confessions to the grass;

not even, friend, the sufferer we created,

wave-crucified upon the rocks;

not even, friend, word-passion, yours

or mine;

only, that it is sad,

we have seen, and it is sad,

each other stripped to our youth.