(Тhе world grew ripe
in sightless tension.
Тhе Chinese took apart
the unconquered Wall of China. Тhеу stole
the power of touch from ancestors а thousand years away.)
Тhе last firefly
I saw close up
was that last time
when I actually ran
pastone.
(Since that moment
there has been war in Kampuchea, Vietnam
and in my heart.)
Just the scent of grass still rises in the dark;
Bikila, Paavo Nurmi. Hermes,
let’s have а flicker of light
on the subject!