Walt and I are Sitting at a Bar

Earth
My earth
Of limp dawns
Of wide
And vast
Futures and loves
Of moments unseen
Intimate and vivid
Beyond the metaphysics of books
And my spirit
Voyages past your shores
To the images of that which I will never reach
Conceiving
Of the buds of gloom
That will break in festivals
Encompassing
Happiness
Pausing in search
Of the earth
My earth