3.
You saw them then,
the
material
encouragers,
whiffletree
between
weary horses, cart
full of cauliflowers,
plodding through the harrowed
fields, glebe they say,
of memory,
and maidenheads for sale in frightened countries,
Eighth Avenue in evening shadow,
eggplant hurried supper
seminarians back to the book,
book,
that sly theology the eyes believe—
and dear god the things we do to each other.
