Testing the Water

.Walking the flatland
in dusk of Mother
grade school evening
                             remembering
the color
of chalkboards

Pahn meets Kwahnyinn
warm                
and vapory
              carmine breast
curly hair
and epicanthic eyes
 
                           Strolling
breathing wet air
they skirt                                     
the chain link neighbors
                                         speak
                                         stare
                                         smile
crossing the play-field
the dewing lawn

They lie in woolens                                             
on the maroon picnic table      
          the affection before a gale

Pahn begins to press
         and rock against her

She looks away
                                    into the dull air
the flesh covered
the body sleeping                        

They walk and limber                                           
and draw near the rich house
on a cliff
             above a lake
louvers of windows
            opening on the water

 
                           and there they watch
a far shore
become a squall
the lake
a sea               
the wind
rain                    
and the deep         rising
                                       against the glass

They fear the waves
withdrawing                                                         
from her fragile                           
vitreous barrier

Passing back...and forth
through the walls
now watching                                            
now hiding                                        
they gaze and coo
waiting
 
                          for the storm
to pass