Poetry Archives Bio
September 30, 2003
11:00 AM
To Walt Whitman

doesn't come easy
  but I'll drop my

I want to love you, Walt
I want to hear your age
  and taste the flight
 of your songs;
Your words are my wine

I want to touch
your bark-hard skin
   and to know
 that wherever I go
 in your sweeping trail
  I will know what you mean