Your quiet eyes are seeing a long way. Something you know tingles the back of your neck Then surges up into your head again, And out of your eyes first, then covered with words It goes to meet her same knowledge halfway. Outside, rain sinks the ground into the ground, The night is looking in through every window...
"The Two Of You,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 9.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss6/9