DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer
Summer when the lungs of the earth take a long breath for the change to low contralto singing mornings when the green corn
leaves first break through the black loam
And another long breath for the silver soprano melody of the moon songs in the light nights when the earth is lighter than a
feather, the iron mountains lighter than a goose down
So I shall look for you in the light nights then, in the laughter of slats of silver under a hill hickory.
In the listening tops of the hickories, in the wind motions of the hickory shingle leaves, in the imitations of slow sea
water on the shingle silver in the wind
I shall look for you.