" . . . as in a room
in which we rest . . ."
---Wallace Stevens, "Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour"
Great Poet, to the last, you followed your calling's duty,
composing that final sequence---gathered as the Rock's
poems; I wish to do so, too, before my life's clocks
cease: to write of my Beloved's soul and body, one beauty---
shoeless and shirtless, clad in baggy tan cargos . . . and white socks.