doing it, but not what
I had done, I took myself on
walks in the woods around
Litchfield, and to the sea,
off Gloucester and Point Reyes.
Always the scents, always the
sounds, seemed as if they
could remind me, and let me
in again; temperatures,
abrasions were my lover.
Not this, you may suppose: but
some paper on what welcomed me;
some flimsy paper on what you know,
some remark, such as everyone
makes but seems
so scarce with me.
Possibly he's saving this,
a boy who's playing
the viola from the
throat.
Possibly he's
breathing what I'd done.
Connecticut Forest
and Park Association
Connecticut Walk Book
Eighth Edition
CFPA, 1970©
Erickson
Map of Point Reyes
National Seashore, Tomales
Bay & Taylor State Parks
Erickson Maps, 1972©
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