‘I Believe In’
To the editor:
The bending of starlight
and my next breath, given
unto me as the heart is given
unto the chest. Or the summer
moon is given unto the Mohawk
warrior. And I have faith in you,
kissing me, under Creeping Snowberry,
in the wild gardens of Keene Valley,
where dancing dragonflies dare to land.
George Cassidy Payne
Rochester