Saturday was Sunday


    Saturday was Sunday it became itself, being
what's that thought one
day be-
coming another/
  becomes you it 
became you

devenir toi

                   toi toi 

Samedi est devenu toi aussi mon armoire mon amour



' the way


    the way you hold  out   we move up the river treading
                          happiness  leaves trail after us
                                 moonlight falling through the woods
                                                           & your eyes  hold the bank

                                        the water cracks O no one doesn't say that  especially here
                                in heaven where the hay make woods

                                      nothing's been a whisper better
                                               your arm around my waist wading the water