i was leaving a class on
nihilist oragami
or maybe
reductionist journaling
in a post modern society
loving the enlightened walk back
from another philosopher’s hill
feeling gracious toward
raindrops laminating the silky
just born
spring greens
i had attributed to god
the dew upon my skirt
until
i
saw your
carved
glowing
beautiful
abelard
face
and the
world decided
to reveal itself to my heloise
you obliged my vision
of strange cities
live with me
now
turn away from
the buttressed cathedral
we’ll need not
write any more
sad letters
instead
we shall
feed each other
grapes