I looked for you on the highway between Winnipeg and Fargo
In a Honky-Tonk
On Cannery Row
In the space between ache and holiness
I saw you today in a potted tomato
in the liver spots on my left hand
in my child's gait
felt you in the rhythm of brush
against canvas
and in the swing of my hips
You were there looking admiringly with my eyes
at the verdance
growing in cracks
at the
crinkle on the edge of things
at the snowflakes falling
with the apple blossoms
