Me a rookie in love
You a Rilke in sex
I sit on the floor
At your feet no more
I have founded
A school of my own
To have come after you
Saved me from myself
And from Frank O'Hara
So I owe you a lot
Forgive me if I love
The desert fathers
The old voices now I'm older
Let my cane wither
Into a new flower
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