Past Time by Harvey Shapiro

PAST TIME

               I believe we came together

               Out of ignorance not love,

               Both being shy and hunted in the city.

               In the hot summer, touching each other,

               Amazed at how love could come

               Like a waterfall, with frightening force

               And bruising sleep. Waking at noon,

               Touching each other for direction,

               Out of ignorance not love.

Richard Kostelanetz, Possibilities of Poetry: An Anthology of American Contemporaries (New York: Dell Publishing Co., 1970), 344.