Vol. 43 No. 2 1976 - page 258

And years later
When your wife slept
With another
You waited
At their feet
Until they turned
From one another
Eyes closed
And sighing
Leaving them
A cupboard opened
The garage light
On and burning silent
As your jealousy
But was it you father
Who sent me across
A dry orchard
Where I pointed
To a thin cloud
And thought beyond
That cloud
You lived in Limbo
God's Limbo
And were watching
And soon for
The ftrst time
You would come to me
Calling son son
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