Rain on the face, muddy water over the feet Sunflowers embroidered on that girl's shirt And few words of song on the lips

For some reason the mouth only remembers these words as it does other beginnings, such as Adrienne's first kiss - Was it in an elevator or a subway station?

Laughter out of bars, face growing old Even as it stares at itself in plate glass. Voice grown rusty with silence says "voice"

Did it know as a happy infant with bright Eyes that there will be a time when it will Be confessing "you are my heart" to Adrienne With her skeptical measuring gaze?

Hand in the raincoat pocket entering A warm envelope of paper, a book Of poems read once for hope

Why speak of it, the cursed word, bitter Bitter as the Witches Brew drunk once on All Hallows Eve. Adrienne was there too, Wearing a mask over her smiling face.

Water, with a little added salt, fills and fills The ditch that is the idiot heart, always Trick and treating for love and its observances.