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I Walk With My Girl

Michael Mantler
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I walk with my girl who wears a gray blouse when She walks and gray shoes and walks with me Readily wearing her clothes considered for me her gray clothes She holds my arm On good evenings we walk through the hills to the Top of the hill past the dogs, the clouds raising Just before dark or as dark as falling where the moon When it's chilly I stop her and slip a raincoat over her shoulders Her rainy slipped arms into the arms, she twisting Her arms and talk to her and tell her everything She dresses for my eyes I tell her my thoughts now I'm ready to Walk, her arm in me, her hand in me I tell her my life starts clouds raising She looks up at me or listens looking down She stops in mid-sentence, my sentence to look up at me Sometimes her hand has slipped from mine, her Arm loosened, she walks slightly apart dog barks There are two, one who is with me sometimes and another He listens to me I tell him what I know We walk by the dogs Sometimes the wind is so high he does not hear me I lead him to a tree, clasp closely to him and whisper to him when Going, "Don't stop," and he hears me, but the other hears me Caught a bus to the town, crowds Life 'round the market, rain and stinking Showed her the bumping lights, took her down around the dumps Black rose and girders, she clutching me This world-She with me clutching, brought Her into this place my cousin runs it And says, "Come taste my hand." I go By myself with the milk to the top The clouds raising All the blue changes I'm dizzy sometimes Meet with him under some place One time, visited his house He put a light on It reflected the window It reflected in the window She walks from the door to the window to see the way She has come to confirm that the house which Grew nearer is the same one she stands in That the path and the bushes are the same That the gate is the same When I stand beside her and smile at her, she looks at me and smiles How many times standing clenched in the pissing dark, waiting? From out the cows of river, you cross the field out of darkness You arrive You stand breathing before me You smile I put my hands on your shoulders and Press, press the smile off your face There are two I turn to them and speak I look them in their eyes I kiss them there and say I look away to smile And touch them as I turn