Oh I have felt these same 
yearnings in myself— 
the tiny dark and yellow 
hairs lit with wet 
at the center of the May Day 
violets Elizabeth held 
in her seven year old fist 
some six or seven years 
before the grace she gave the time 
(her hand stemmed in mine) 
at the topaz hour of day 
when children doze and she, 
Elizabeth, waits breath-