(for Anna and Ben Hatke)
Look: here she comes, a wanderer on the earth.
Who knows the secret of her inner might?
Who knows the hidden island of her birth?
Who knows the course of her impending flight?
The wrongs that she is destined to put right
Are the wrongs most beloved of guys like you.
Her clear day will undo your furtive night.
There’s not much in the end that you can do.
Bound in her aura, you’ll at last speak true—
And some of you will probably reform.
Her wisdom doesn’t need a wise guy’s clue.
The summer of her heart is rich and warm.
You’ll wish she’d stay. You’ll wish for all you’re worth.
But there she goes, a wanderer on the earth.