Blocks of moonlight, slabs of fear, the stalking houses reel
to memory;
the road she walks is light,
shadow-hollowed under hedges;
she is walking a ripple of silk,
her morning boots stirring the shine at the end of midnight
legs;
the wallpaper clouds are shredded and stripped from the
bursting sky;
and the wind throws up the moon and a sweep of leaves
and her love to one dark window.
(November,
1979)
