- When I Tended Bar in the Colosseum, the Crowd Loved Poetry
- but when my recitations ended
- dizzy and sweating
- i would evaporate
- rise through the colonnade
- ineluctably like smoke
- and never return to earth
- i can feel togethernesses
- floating nearby
- encircling one another
- i look at the leaves unfurling
- together on a branch
- i think about the group of friends
- who tend these gardens