For Rosemary Clunie
they found a way
through four
dimensions of the door
to raise my play.
this is the game
where love’s the name
for every music heard
there are tears unheard
when one can’t sing
when one can’t sing
there is a bird
that dies
as it flies
love these drawings
of our tender evenings
every line
is a note
from the heart
to the divine
be joyful,
spartacus.