Who needs forever?

To have.

I have
Robert Creeley's
For Love
Poems
1950-1960.

I like to think
of exchange—
this conspiracy.

I will
make
a pact with
glass air

today

come through
guitar
to me

now this-
From the
Dishonest Mailmen

"They are taking all my letters, and they
put them into a fire.

I see the flames, etc.
But do not care, etc.

They burn everything I have, or what little
I have. I don't care, etc.

The poem supreme, addressed to
emptiness—this is the courage

necessary. This is something
quite different."