Their ruins under droop-heavy branches buckle
beneath clouds, creaking wind; and how beautiful,
like the body of a soft ripe girl. Hunt her, gather her.
Bring her at dusk to the city of rain; under an awning
of branches take her, push her into the soft dark earth.
Lift that deerskin skirt. And when the huts cave in,
crumpled straw and mud; when footprints swirl under
river surge: deep plunge, open-eyed search. Grasp.
Release. Resurface. Return to the city of sidewalks,
sneakers, stop signs; sideburns fluffed, seek new prey.