Lost Flower pen and ink 9" X 6" 1970 $2,200

The Little Lake

Those large rocks around the little lake

and exact same patch of starry sky

we watched for meteors, hardly awake,

belong to others now—we kissed goodbye.

That summer is gone, the cold water is new,

those boulders press and keep the shore,

and we no longer kiss, so where are you?

The rocks and stars and me—same as before.

With mournful grins we left the lake,

and with the same we left each other,

and since out last kiss rushed to break

I’ve kissed no one—I’ve no new lover.

So, where are you? My present wish is this,

that you are happy, loved by someone true,

and never, no! always think of my kiss,

though you are probably—no longer you.