To S-S

You sometimes sit here at my table

And we share some wine and whimsy

But in the time honoured phrase:

“But not very often”.

 I feel from your recent letter

A withdrawal from life

To some private place of pain.

There is some mystery about you

It is not just the moans and groans

Of mood and moment

Of the female psyche

But some piece that is missing

And remains hidden from me.

I continue to run, defiantly

To meet life.

Dunedin, NZ — November, 1990

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